Saturday night we hosted a white trash BBQ in our white trash back yard. The back yard is the only part of the house that hasn't been touched since we moved in. That is our big project for next year. We decided that since it is looking pretty gross we'd have a WT BBQ back there before we got our hands on it. What goes on at a white trash BBQ you might ask. Well let me fill you in:
Joe and Tori started the party right by pulling their car onto our front lawn.
My mullet-y husband got the roof as safe as he could for everyone to watch fireworks in the park from.
Matt showed up wearing a holster for his drinks, brought O'doul's, and had his own theme music playing from his pocket.
We had a costume contest and this is how it panned out:
Dustin never disappoints and came in full gear. Carly was his (root)beer drinking pregnant wife.
We were the nasty hair couple. We clipped in some of my old extensions to give Josh a mullet. He wanted his shirt to have the same "business in the font, party in the back" message his hair had so he wore a cut off polo shirt.
And the BBQ begins. Apparently Jazz fans are WT because we had 4 Jazz jerseys at this party. The Lakers must be where it's at.
Notice our home made tarp slip-and-slide in the background. We ate jello, steak and burgers, macaroni and cheese, corn on the cob and had O'Doul's, Kool-aid and lemonade for dinner. A fresh peach pie was served up for dessert.
So we had a vote for the best dressed. We ran into a little problem though. There was a tie between Tori and Carly. What were we to do? That's right, a Twinkie eating contest OFF THE HUSBANDS BARE CHESTS to break the tie. The girls had to eat 3 Twinkies off their husbands. Whomever completed this task first, won.