Disco Carrot

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

My original reasoning was so well-intentioned. 

I wanted to get Briar out and about. She had been telling me how she wasn't getting out much at the moment and feeling a little stressed so I asked her what she liked doing.

She told me she enjoyed playing games, and this was perfect because Caro HATES playing games but Caro was away in Taupō this weekend.

Perfect!

"We can have a Cinco de Mayo party!" said Manda when I ran the idea past her. 

But because Maja was invited, it became a Cinco de Maja party instead. This was also PERFECT because I also wanted to incorporate Maja into our group more. 

DOUBLE perfect!

(Did I mention Maja to you yet? I can't remember. Maja and Jacob are Shenée's Polish horsey friends and she wants them to become part of the Project Gromit family).

Now technically it wasn't cinco of anything anymore but we do not worry about such things. I made a Spanish-language playlist, Manda organised everyone to bring some Mexican food* along and we were sorted.

It went SPLENDIDLY. Well, I say that. We tried to play, "Unstable Unicorns" but found it so hideously complicated that it started to sober me up (I'd had a margarita and a mojito by this stage). We moved swiftly on to the food. Which was AMAZING. Manda is truly in her element in the kitchen and made sure everyone got an "Inception Taco"**.

After dinner we played "Telestrations" again. But this time the DIRTY version. As if this game didn't turn dirty all on its own all the time anyway. But however, the gang delivered and the phrase "hot-dog eating competition" somehow turned into "climbing Mount Penis". Meanwhile, the phrase "bed-wetter" turned into "thinking of a horse dildo".

However (unusually for us) the phrase, "coming out of both ends" turned NOT dirty. At some point Briar misinterpreted Jeff's picture of dysentery for a man with a carrot. And then (bizarrely) it turned into a Disco Carrot. 

There was a lot of raucous laughter. I learned a LOT about my friends and I think it is fair to say: mission accomplished. Briar was out and about and she did NOT look stressed. 

Concerned, perhaps. Maybe even frightened. But not stressed. 

S.

* Except for Briar who was bringing baking. "I'm making two batches," she told me. "One for my netball group and one for you. I'll taste both and make sure to bring the least sh*t one over tonight".

"How appetising you make it sound," I replied.

** A crunchy corn taco inside a soft flour one! It's a nice twist. I'm in favour.