Day CXCVIII

Partay!

     The scrumptious flavors wafted, and permeated the air with a bouquet of steaks, ribs, burgers, hot dogs, sausages and onions, and finger licking chicken. It was some spread with a salad bar, and potato salad, chicken salad, Italian cookies and pastries, a gorgeous strawberry short cake, and just all kinds of goodies.

     When we got there, right away I felt something was amiss, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It was strange, though, I knew they were all big time baseball fans, yet nobody was wearing a Tee, cap or anything. They welcomed us with open arms, and introduced us to members of the family we hadn’t met.

     “Oh sheeeet! Youse guys broke da deal, man,” his brother screamed.

     They all looked at us because we, my sons and I were proudly wearing our Yanks World Series championship caps, and Tees.

     “That’s right, man, ya messed up,” his uncled pointed at us.

   Everybody was looking at us, as though we had committed a crime, and they were all pointing at me.

     “Wat up dude?” I exclaimed, as my wife laughed.

     “Oh noooooo!” his wife exclaimed, “We forgot ta tell em.”

     “Make im take it off!” someone hollered.

     “Yea!”

     “That’s rite, make im take it off!”

     “Hey, hey, man I gots nothin underneath, man!” I responded.

     “Oh wada hell, man, let em keep it, it’s just one person, you know!” she smiled.

      “Yea how about them?” Some else pointed at my kids.

      “Oh come on they’re just kids for goodnesses sakes!”

     They all looked at one another, and realizing how silly it was, they began to smile at one another, and let it go. We were so relieved, especially me, it was over as quickly as it had started, and we began to enjoy the party. He brought me a cold glass a wine, and said,

     “I’m not your servant dude, so help yourself to anything you want, ya hea me!”

     “Why thank you Jeeves,” I responded.