We had a wrap party last night, no not that kind of wrap party or this kind either. It was in preparation for a raucous game we tried at the Dempsey Christmas party last year. You use big balls (ha) of plastic-wrapped treats which someone unwraps while the person to their right rolls dice until they get doubles.
|Go Susie go|
|The Irish Aunts oversee the proceedings with a wee bit of cheesecake|
|Danny had a wee bit of cheesecake too|
We had more than just batteries and booze. There were five party balls for three different age groups. The elders (us) got two. What happened to party balls anyway? "No Party Balls" was actually written into my lease in the 90s.
|Tis herself, Aunt Sara|
|Ta da. Cousin Nanci, our host|
|Cousin Rusty, our other host, on the hunt for fallen scraps of pizza|
|The best camera is the one you have and all I had was my little PNS|
|Stories were told, delicious food was consumed and balls were wrapped. That's me in the reflection, full of Starbursts and Tootsie Rolls|
|Finally, a good photo of our big balls by Nanci along with the insane hoop hats which I broke while trying to put together. Notice the tape. (That last Big Balls link is a cover sung by chipmunks.)|
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