This year's Festivus brought to our remembrance the importance of arriving on time. Seriously, everyone was late. Except for Doxey. Because he hosted. So, technically, that doesn't count.
Once people did arrive, the food reached a new level of "impressive" thanks to the contributions of the attendees. Next year, however, we should remember to bring the raisin bagels ("I never thought I'd live to see that").
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| Libby, Miranda, and the pole. |
Tyler erred during the airing of grievances as Alicia aired some dirty laundry, Jon told us of his love/hate relationship with teenage girls, and Dave reminded us that he is the Grand Master of the Provo dating scene. We also learned that the word "polygamy" makes everyone want to listen in on your conversation (try it this Christmas)!
The feats of strength involved a battle of wits during which neither Paul nor David earned the title of "victor," so it was settled by an equally ambiguous best-of-two arm wrestling match. The final result was that Festivus never officially ended and will be be completed in two weeks at Doxey's wedding. See you then!
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