P&Q reunion- analogy of events

Have a little fun.... don't be mean, Just try to have fun and write what you would feel would happen if there were to be a huge P&Q reunion. Please don't say anything that you think would offend someone. This is just for fun.

Here is the scenario.....

Assuming everyone can make it....

Big reunion in huge conference center/hotel.....

Invitations for a week long reunion have been sent and everyone is to arrive at 7:00 p.m. in the conference center for supper.

Mods (Sher, Jane, Sibs and Anna) are allowed penthouses for their unwavering dedication to babysitting us members and playing referee. They are given an days early admission to relax with a fun filled retreat from the boards in their penthouses before members arrive. They relax about the pool taking in the suns rays whilst chatting about the upcoming weeks events......

Then questions start to circulate.....
Who will be the first to arrive and why?
Who will be the last to arrive and why?
Who will toast the ceremonies during dinner, and what will they say?
Who will complain about the food and why?
Who will quietly sit back soak it all in and write a tell all thriller about the members that reaps them millions of dollars in sales?
What events or hobbies will the members partake in? Who will not partake in certain events and why?
Which members will in a drunken stupor get their feelings off their chest once and for all? What will they say?
Who will videotape the reunion and what will they do with the tape?
What kind of vehicles are each member likely to arrive in? What will they be wearing?
What will be the one vice some members could not live without bringing?

More Questions can be added just use your imaginations.....Just keep them polite.

Who will be the first to arrive and why?

Nalley and Bob, they don't seem to miss a beat on the boards as I am sure they aren't usually late with anything in life.

Who will be the last to arrive and why?

Probably me, I think I will be like Liz and be late to my own funeral.

Who will toast the ceremonies during dinner, and what will they say?
Anna and Minkus, They will toast to the wise, and look at each other and say...."Oh we are it" and laugh hysterically while spraying champage through spit on the rest of us members.

Who will complain about the food and why?

Nor would be most likely to complain about the food. Hell she would argue why someone got 12 green beans and her only 11. I think she would most likely complain about the chocolate for fear of anyone else having any. She would likely say its poisonous as to have it to herself.

Who will quietly sit back soak it all in and write a tell all thriller about the members that reaps them millions of dollars in sales?

That could be any number of people, perhaps just different biography perspectives?

What events or hobbies will the members partake in?
Hockey, Football, Baseball, Basketball, Bronco Riding, Cheerleading, Mattress Skiing, Mud Wrestling, Bocce Ball, Croquet .....

Who will not partake in certain events and why?

Minkus would most certainly not participate in the events as he would be the sports announcer.

Which members will in a drunken stupor get their feelings off their chest once and for all?

I cannot say without fear of being burned at the stake

What will they say?
Who will videotape the reunion and what will they do with the tape?

Billy Rob, any chance of him being able to film the naked ladies he's wondered if were in the penalty box would be monumental to him. LOL j/k dear.

What kind of vehicles are each member likely to arrive in?
Agree with all Bob said, and think I just might ride in on my broom.

What will they be wearing?

Depends where we are, though most likely something to conceal the belly and enhance the breast. Definitely not in the buff.

What will be the one vice some members could not live without bringing?
I would have to bring my nook so I could take time out to read, my cigarettes (assuming there is a smoking section) home-made blueberry wine to sip on.

Bob, his son so that everyone oogles and ahhs over him.

Who will sleep with whom?

Oh my, not sure about this one. Lmao

I want to paint an alternative scene( hope you don't mind, Kay)

We all meet during summer on a field, near a lake, somewhere central. We all bring food from our own countries and we share all that we have and eat, sitting around a huge open fire, while a band plays. We eat, we drink, we dance and some go swimming(me for sure!) and some go for a stroll. I would love to go for a stroll with Kay and hear her stories about life in the south and how to prepare food her way..and would love to chat with Amanda about taking pictures. Go for a ride on the back of Bob's bike( you would think I'd say that, eh? But I would love to, he he) and then in the end we all sleep around the campfire in our sleeping bags. My idea of fun.

I love the simple life:)

In Ingrid's scene... I'd pull up in my truck 3 hours late trailering 2 of my horses, baring a dozen homemade apple pies with whipped cream, 2 bottles of Amaretto Di Saronno, and a 24 pack of Pyramid Apricot ale.
I'd park and hop on Smokey bareback while ponying Bizja alongside. Riding up to camp, I'd hand Bizja off to whoever claps their hands together in exclamation saying "Oh I haven't ridden in such a long time!" or maybe Bob if he wanted to give his son a first experience on horseback... that's to say if he didn't shoot me on sight.
Then I'd jump off, make my greetings with hugs and handshakes and kisses on the cheek, hop back on Smokey, tear off my clothes and gallop into the lake for a nice long swim. Smokey loves swimming.

Later on when the horses are hitched and the fire is burning hot, you can believe the alcohol would be flowing, I'd be mingling and listening to all of your wonderful stories, then if no one else made a move... I'd be the first to start dancing.

Kay's scene...

Who will be the first to arrive and why?
Bob apparently.

Who will be the last to arrive and why?
Me because I'm chronically late.

Who will toast the ceremonies during dinner, and what will they say?
I'm sure Kevin would have a thing or two to say about toasts, and Mike might chime in with a quote from a Bob Dylan song. Ingrid would be the first to cheer, and Hellon the first to take a big gulp of red wine.

Who will complain about the food and why?
Nor for the reasons Kay mentioned, haha.

Who will quietly sit back soak it all in and write a tell all thriller about the members that reaps them millions of dollars in sales?
Edward Z with a notebook in hand and his spectacles hanging low on his nose.

What events or hobbies will the members partake in? Who will not partake in certain events and why?
Scrabble, poker, blackjack, horseshoes, badminton, truth or dare...

Which members will in a drunken stupor get their feelings off their chest once and for all? What will they say?
Me. I'd tell each and every one of you how special you are and how much I like you. Maybe half of the TC crowd would fall into this category.

Who will videotape the reunion and what will they do with the tape?
I'd take a couple videos and post them to Facebook. Maybe Amanda!

What kind of vehicles are each member likely to arrive in? What will they be wearing?
Me in my jeep cherokee, Sibs on a polar bear with wings, Ingrid in a new Lexus, Anna in a hearse, Bob on his motorcycle, Abby on an elephant, Jordan in a tank, Kevin on a community bus, Nor in a black cadillac, Hellon in her Hellon4wheels hunk of shrapnel... Sibs and Abby would be wearing something gypsy-like, Bob in a leather jacket and jeans, most of the women in nice blouses and flouncy dresses, most of the men in nice pants and dress shirts. Jordan wearing a t shirt with a skull and metal spikes, Kevin in leggings to show off his manhood, Illum in prince's attire, me in striped skinny jeans and a v-neck.

What will be the one vice some members could not live without bringing?
Sher her cigs, Sibs her mints, Mike a recorder, Hellon a bottle of wine in a brown bag, me at least 2 sticks of lip balm (that I reapply every few minutes).

Stuff you and your community bus idea, I'd arrive on a militant Pedophille, or..Milit-pede.

Hahaha, hadn't thought of that. Too right.

Another just came to mind -

Danny would be wearing a stylish vest, slacks, scarf, designer hat, coat, and man-purse. He'd probably roll up in a mini cooper with hobnobs in hand.

Lol the hearse wouldn't be for you, Anna!... I was thinking for someone else's body.

But how about a jaguar?

Hmm, not sure I can answer the questions but I would definitely be going!! I would have to make a fake ID to get into the "Fun" section though! XD

Can't believe you think I'd come in a tank, Jane. You seriously know me too well.

Hahaha, yeah... a tank and some sort of reptile chilling on your shoulder I'm sure ;)

Love this thread, Kay, great idea!

Lol, love your stories, Jane:) I would love to own a Lexus, ha ha, you got that right.

No worries! Glad I got that right.

Hope no one is offended by my stories... all written with good-intentions, no underhanded insults intended.

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Well, I guess Hellon would be the one to complain about the food and stuff! :P

I wished I would have thought of that Hellon, it's going to be tough eating my broom. lol

Do Kangaroos poop as much as my cows do? lol
Seriously, the pasture is loaded with cow patties.
Hmmmm Strawberry Festival is tomorrow so speaking of poop reminds me it is time to play cow patty bingo. (have you ever heard of it?)
We won $500.00 last year on it.
The object of the game is to mark off a grid with numbers in it, in a fenced in area. You could have as many numbers as you want but make sure the grid reaches all corners. You sell each number for $5.00 each and then you put the cow in the fenced area and whoever's number he poops on gets the pot of money.
I know you think this is a joke but us Hillbillies have to find ways to entertain ourselves.

I am sure they are rasing their eyebrows. I should have saved that piece for later. (Pun intended)

We are also having lawn mower races tomorrow. Hmmm maybe I should jump on my scag and get my swag on during the race.

Ohhhh back to the thread topic.... I wouldn't want to make the original poster mad with going off topic (ohhh that's me) but anywhooooo....

I suspect that if there were to be a P&Q reunion there would be lots of fun regardless. We could play cow patty bingo, and hmmmm spitting watermelon seeds through toilet seats at 50 yds.

Ok, I am lost, it is the ethnic variances, you have to speak sloooooooooow and in plain southern english for me to understand.

What I got out of what you said was this......

You would wear an cobra? Heck we don't even see those things down here, bout as close as we get are cottonmouths and timber rattlers. I sure as heck wouldn't wear one (oh unless'n it were dead then I could eat it) good thinkin' adding to the variety of your meal like that.
Bring your dry as bone? I am guessin thats the wine, we don't like ours dry we like it wet with a twist, like made in the mountains with some peppermint....oh nevermind thats moonshine, I guess it's a bit different than wine. (It rhymes though, hmm guess that makes me a poet, and I didn't know it)

Thongs and a stubby holder in the same sentence down here is just degrading..... Thongs is them underwear with the string that goes up your butt and a stubby holder (well I can just imagine) I wouldn't want a stubby and let alone a holder for it.

Which brings me to the boardies..... Is that some secret word for guys? I thought that was blokes?

In all seriousness, I have always wanted a akubra, though I just don't have a hat head.

Lol..... You have me cracking up.... I needed that this morn

I love that I'm riding on a polar bear. Is it because I'm from Minnesota? Are the wings functional?

It's because you are you. Mystical, fantastic Sibyllene riding made up creatures... makes sense to me.

Sure the wings are functional.

Yesssss.

Don't worry Bob...I still have the video of you falling off the bed...you know when you were bed skiing! Ha Ha!
I will tell you...Bob will try anything! (thank you Kay, for that idea)

Deana, you are most welcome. Wished I could have seen it. I think perhaps one day there should be a youtube video posted of bob mattress skiing. That thing would have millions of hits on it and he would become a viral sensation. (is that what it's called, because it seems sick)

Truthfully...I decided I like family better than money, so I'm back in NJ. Call me, we'll get together, miss you!