Queer Sunday

Everyone at a recent picnic we had was gay. Look at this:

All seven people in this photo are gay. The person taking the photo is gay.

Gay gay gay.

This pink-sausage party was anchored by a rousing game of croquet; if you've never played croquet, the greatest thing about it is that you can play it while getting sloshed. Even better, it is completely acceptable to do this on a Sunday at 2 in the afternoon.

However, the gay boys probably get more of their calories from amaretto sours than from actual food. On a recent Sunday at King Longfellow's place, this could not have been more apparent. Look at the spread that we had:


Biscuits, chicken strips, and grapes.


For a good Sunday afternoon you will need:

5-7 gay guys who like drinking, wearing nice clothes, and don't mind being terrible at croquet.
Croquet set. We play with the set from Eddie Bauer.
Basket full of chicken strips.
Chilled Grapes.
Biscuits which somebody probably under or overcooked.

Mimosas (1 part cheap champagne, 1 part orange juice).



I lost the game. Terribly.