As Tropical Storm Faye blows through the island of Bloggeriatville, I thought, "why not have a Hurricane Party!"
As long as it isn't a threat, it's a party.
First the drink specials:
Bloody Mary
Mojito
and of course, the special.....a Hurricane:
and "Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez" as the storm winds blow in....
(For J of Musings)
Rock you like a Hurricane
Roll Call ......so we'll know who to send the search party for if you come up missing.
Who's landed? Delurk yourselves!
Shrimp & Sausage Sauce Piquant
11 years ago
8 comments:
Since power is out on SGI, I'm calling Bloggeritaville home. I'll have a cosmo.
I'll take a Bloody Mary, please... oh, and a mojito and a hurricane... either I'm not picky or I have a problem!
Fay went fpht down here. My husband is crushed. And I am ill because I have flashlights, batteries, beanie weenies, vienna sausages, and water for DAYS. Maybe she decided to skip us after I purchased the Bread and Milk? That always scared the snow away.
I'll skip all the mixed drinks (they look yummy though) and just eat some vienna sausages and a bottle of water. We'll have all of this for years if I don't start on it now.
Jen
Leigh, I should have known the forever hostess would be having a "blog" hurricane party! I LOVE IT! As I do your blog and feel like I do you! Take care and I will drop by again soon!
Terri- My home is your home. Come on over....I think we can arrange a cosmo.
Susan, now your talking~ wink~
Jenn-Well it's not a hurricane party I suppose until someone brings the viennas...so long as your the one eating them. Glad your here! Its not a party w/o you!
Bama Belle-Welcome to the Island. Glad you came! Its becomes a ball with the belle around!
"Rock You Like A Hurricane"!!! I remember when Ivan came through for a "visit" and this song was played every hour on the radio!!! Too funny.
Oh, and I'll take a Hurricane! :)
I love it!!! I love it!!! I love it!!!
CUTE POST!!!
Now I'm craving a bloody mary! lol =) Thanks! YUM-O!!!!
Jimmy just has a way with his music! He just makes you want to be somewhere where the waves are lapping,your feet are in the sand, and the trade wind is blowing through your hair. Oh my!!
Love,
Mom
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