When the weather starts to turn pleasant, as it has for the past few weekends -- hey, there have been a few nonwindy moments -- Guilty Pleasures starts to lament having a lack of yard space to host outdoor get-togethers.
Luckily, that's no longer a problem because Guilty Pleasures has joined up with a group of folks who gather each Sunday for a yard party and potluck dinner at the home of two friends.
It sounds so wholesome, and it is.
We throw the foam football around in the yard, grill up burgers, do crafts, play Apples to Apples (perhaps the greatest card game ever invented) and help with the dishes after all sitting down for a "family" meal together.
But let's be honest, these are Guilty Pleasures' friends, so there's also fire juggling, plenty of "that's what she said" jokes, crude sidewalk chalk drawings, strange costumes and an endless supply of booze punch (pictured) -- both of the people who live there are bartenders.
It's pretty much the perfect way to spend a spring Sunday, and Guilty Pleasures can only see it getting better as the summer goes on -- splashing around in a cheap plastic kiddie pool while listening to weird electronica strangely comes to mind first.
Sadly, however, with gas prices the way they are, the truly best part of these Sunday soirées is that the hosting house is within biking distance from Guilty Pleasures' apartment.
Hmmm, anyone know how to strap tiki torches to a bike?
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