Silence

At 9:04 P.M. on Saturday evening, I heard nothing. All the kids were in bed, the wife was busy checking her mail and I had the t.v. on mute. No sound. No disturbance. Now let me take you back about six hours before that. It was a party for my four year old and it was in full swing. Now we have had decent size get-togethers at my house. How can you not have many people when just my family is already party sized. But this was bigger. We even bussed a couple people in from Florida just to make sure we had enough. I think the total was 52, give or take a few, most of which were children. At one time, my mother attempted to count them all and gave up. There were just too many in too many places. They were in the woods, on the trampoline, in the driveway, in the playroom, in bedrooms, in the kitchen. Oh my were they in the kitchen. You would have thought it was feeding day at the zoo. These monsters were attacking anything that looked like a chip. I am almost positive, somebody lost a finger. By the time, I got to grilling for the herd, it had thinned. I think were back into the thirty something range. Of course, the Weber held up and provided an awesome meal. The father-in-law complained. That's what he does.

And in a surprise move, Coors Lite made an appearance at the crib. I went out and got cases of Yuengling and New Castle and even a little PBR for the Wisconsin natives. But one guy couldn't drink any of those. He was new to the house and I didn't want rumors getting out that Jiggy didn't provide beer. I couldn't stand to see him not drinking. So my father was nice enough to cruise out and snag some Rocky Mountain liquid gold for the man. Another satisfied partier at the Jiggy house.