Recently I went back to my old haunts in the O.C. (orange county). The truth is I was chasing food trucks again but that’s a different story. My sister-in-law Erin invited me to her bunko party she was hosting. For years I’ve been hearing about it. I had no idea what to expect, so I was excited to go and kick some butt. When you grow up in a family with a professional athlete everything you do is a contest. I wasn’t deliberating trying to drive all the ladies nuts I just wanted to know the rules so I could strategize early. I wasn’t getting a straight answer from anyone. There was talking, drinking, and food like you wouldn’t believe. Erin had made this incredible bread pudding with a whisky cream. I’ll be posting that recipe next. The ringing of the bell starts the game and I still don’t know what is going on. Once I had a chance to see an actual round of play it hit me like a ton of bricks. This is not a contest. There is no skill involved just luck in rolling the dice. It’s not about the game, it’s about the friendship. These ladies came to get out of the house and have a good time. A lot like a book club only without the book. A heartfelt thanks to all the lovely ladies for having me. Seriously considering starting a bunko group in my area. Who’s ready?
Oh yeah the Hot Hula. Lucky for me I’m holding the camera for this one. Erin talked me into going to this workout class where you hula dance. Don’t kid yourself it ain’t easy. I couldn’t get my hips to do the shimmy shake like these guys. Just a little sampler for an up and coming visit where you can see the whole class…………………… Did I mention a man teaches the class! He’s got all the moves.