Enjoyed our Misch Family (minus the Misch Family) Reunion. This is the first reunion the family has had in recent decades. About forty or so folks showed up at the DeMotte Outdoors Ballroom. The actual present day Misch family (all 71 of them) had a previous engagement. So, in true Misch fashion, we carried on without them.
Cousins came from far and near to celebrate our grand heritage. Before chowing down on the potluck, we all stood and did the Pledge of Allegience. Then the National Anthem was led by Rich ("Pipes") Hanley. There wasn't a dry eye as we remembered the Fallen Misch Soldiers. Then a reading detailing the research into the life of the oldest Misch soldier recollected was shared. Yes, Sergeant Boo Misch was indeed a hero in the Civil War. He had made a name as the man that liberated the cat shelter at Appomattox. Even John Smith, an avowed feline loather, shed a tear. The Lord's Prayer was then recited in unison.
It was finally time to dig into the luscious potluck spread before us. First ones in line were all the folks on Weight Watchers. They had saved up their points and were ready to dig in. Of course, they took advantage of all the low cal offerings and only filled their plates half full. Made them all look like they were following the plan. Then when everyone else was busy enjoying the Sauteed Brussels Sprouts, etc, they snuk back to the food and filled their plates. Many times. Same when it was time to hit the dessert table. "I'll just have a taste", one was heard saying. Then, of course, while everyone else was peacefully in a sugar coma, they hit the table hard, licking the serving spoons as they went, leaving only crumbs in their wake.
After the satisfied burps had died down from all those there at the reunion, a few souls chose to play corn hole. All was going well until the jocularity got outa hand. The way I hear it, Cindy Marvel got a lil crazy and went after Peg Nick to try to grab away the corn bag. Cindy tried to jump over the corn hole board and got her leg caught in the hole. They had to end up calling the paramedics who used the Jaws of Life to extract her. Though she was unhurt, she sustained a few scrapes and bruises.
Meanwhile, those in the DeMotte Outdoor Ballroom were jamming to the sounds coming from Shannon Mosier's convertible. It seems that Shannon is a rap fan and her subwoofer was cranked. Marv Daniels decided to try to break dance on a picnic table. While he was doing a head spin, he tilted slightly and got a big, honkin splinter in his ear lobe. The stabbing pain caused him to fall off and hit the seat head first. Although he wasn't knocked out cold, he was slightly goofy for awhile.
In the mean time, the neighbors called the Po Po about the noise. It seems they didn't like rap. Before the police arrived, Andy Lawyer tried to make nice with them by offering to switch over to Classic Rock. The neighbors refused and said only Country would satisfy them at those decibles. Aine Schultz stood up and yelled "This Misch may mash you into mush if you don't leave us be! We're not giving up our rap for you or anyone else!". With that, she threw egg salad at them, hitting the ol' lady square in the yapper. Then Leslie Lawyer did a flying head butt at the guy but missed and went flying into the bushes behind him.
By that time Mike Hanley got out the "big guns"...Ambrosia Salad. Lemme tell ya, at that point, all bets were off. Handfuls of Ambrosia were flying everywhere. Barb Daniels, the oldest of the clan kept running around and saying "How are we gonna clean up this mess"?!
At that point, the police arrived in the paddy wagon. The SWAT team was right after them, rounding up all the offenders flinging the salads. When they had finished, they checked out the food that was left. Noting their attention to the chicken wings and such, Barb asked them if they'd like to fix themselves a plate. Their weapons were set aside as they filled their plates. Lips a'smackin' and the sounds of "Mmmmmm" filled the air.
Cousins came from far and near to celebrate our grand heritage. Before chowing down on the potluck, we all stood and did the Pledge of Allegience. Then the National Anthem was led by Rich ("Pipes") Hanley. There wasn't a dry eye as we remembered the Fallen Misch Soldiers. Then a reading detailing the research into the life of the oldest Misch soldier recollected was shared. Yes, Sergeant Boo Misch was indeed a hero in the Civil War. He had made a name as the man that liberated the cat shelter at Appomattox. Even John Smith, an avowed feline loather, shed a tear. The Lord's Prayer was then recited in unison.
It was finally time to dig into the luscious potluck spread before us. First ones in line were all the folks on Weight Watchers. They had saved up their points and were ready to dig in. Of course, they took advantage of all the low cal offerings and only filled their plates half full. Made them all look like they were following the plan. Then when everyone else was busy enjoying the Sauteed Brussels Sprouts, etc, they snuk back to the food and filled their plates. Many times. Same when it was time to hit the dessert table. "I'll just have a taste", one was heard saying. Then, of course, while everyone else was peacefully in a sugar coma, they hit the table hard, licking the serving spoons as they went, leaving only crumbs in their wake.
After the satisfied burps had died down from all those there at the reunion, a few souls chose to play corn hole. All was going well until the jocularity got outa hand. The way I hear it, Cindy Marvel got a lil crazy and went after Peg Nick to try to grab away the corn bag. Cindy tried to jump over the corn hole board and got her leg caught in the hole. They had to end up calling the paramedics who used the Jaws of Life to extract her. Though she was unhurt, she sustained a few scrapes and bruises.
Meanwhile, those in the DeMotte Outdoor Ballroom were jamming to the sounds coming from Shannon Mosier's convertible. It seems that Shannon is a rap fan and her subwoofer was cranked. Marv Daniels decided to try to break dance on a picnic table. While he was doing a head spin, he tilted slightly and got a big, honkin splinter in his ear lobe. The stabbing pain caused him to fall off and hit the seat head first. Although he wasn't knocked out cold, he was slightly goofy for awhile.
In the mean time, the neighbors called the Po Po about the noise. It seems they didn't like rap. Before the police arrived, Andy Lawyer tried to make nice with them by offering to switch over to Classic Rock. The neighbors refused and said only Country would satisfy them at those decibles. Aine Schultz stood up and yelled "This Misch may mash you into mush if you don't leave us be! We're not giving up our rap for you or anyone else!". With that, she threw egg salad at them, hitting the ol' lady square in the yapper. Then Leslie Lawyer did a flying head butt at the guy but missed and went flying into the bushes behind him.
By that time Mike Hanley got out the "big guns"...Ambrosia Salad. Lemme tell ya, at that point, all bets were off. Handfuls of Ambrosia were flying everywhere. Barb Daniels, the oldest of the clan kept running around and saying "How are we gonna clean up this mess"?!
At that point, the police arrived in the paddy wagon. The SWAT team was right after them, rounding up all the offenders flinging the salads. When they had finished, they checked out the food that was left. Noting their attention to the chicken wings and such, Barb asked them if they'd like to fix themselves a plate. Their weapons were set aside as they filled their plates. Lips a'smackin' and the sounds of "Mmmmmm" filled the air.
While the officers were happily oblivious to all but the picnic fare, Gary Struble, (Alias "Bad Butch") snuk over to the paddy wagon and opened the door. Out jumped the naughty crew and at the behest and direction of Gayle Smith, crammed into the handicapped porta potty and remained still. Mike Hanley then rounded up the nasty cop-calling rap-hating neighbors and tied them hand and foot with duct tape (neon pink colored). In case they decided to start yelling for help or singing country songs, Mike covered their mouths with duct tape, as well. This time his choice was John Deere green tape. Then they were given the boot into the back of the paddy wagon. Unbeknownst to the Po-Po, the switcharoo was complete. After finishing their canned pop and taking one more for the road, they hopped into the front seat and were on their way to Rensselaer to the county jail. After they left, the door was opened to the porta potty and the occupants tumbled out. Some were coughing and some were wretching, but they were mostly ok. The main complainer was Dave Watson. It seems his position in the potty was squatting on the urinal. Apparently, it was quite uncomfortable and he got a toe cramp, which we found out later, took a day and a half to go away.
All in all, everyone was quite satisfied with the reunion. So much so, that it was voted to have another next year. Site to be announced later.
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