It happens twice a year. The Dorsey gals and Miss Cory Willey get together for some good ol' wholesome fun. Let it note that Cory is an integral ingredient in the recipe, and has been so for many years. She is the cinnamon to our sugar!
The evening began in a Betty Crocker fashion as we whipped up the ingredients for our homemade doughnuts.
As we let our dough gather the needed mass for cooking, we set out for some dinner. Being the go-with-the-flow girl that she is, Anne set just a few guidelines. "It can't be a chain restaurant and it has to be good." Hmm....she did know we were in Bountiful right?! We found ourselves at Marcello's. A quaint Italian restaurant with average food.
Stuffed on Gnocchi and Lasagna Cory, Anne, and I decided to walk the three blocks home. For those of you that are familiar with the Dorsey Family home you know that within the last few years apartments have gone up on each side of the house, sandwiching it in. What you may not know is that some of the apartments just so happen to be comprised of....drug dealers, doers, you name it. Quite the excitement for sleepy Bountiful! Well, as we are walking home we were approached by one of our "neighbors". He greeted us, "What's up dudes?", I laughed, and they responded with, "Oh! They're ladies!!!" Keep in mind they were about three feet in front of us. I blame this mistake on Cory's mustache.
Well, we got home and our doughnuts were slightly disappointing. They had barely risen and SOMEBODY rolled the dough too thin. We whipped up some killer glazes and frostings to try and make up for our shortcomings. Doughnut toppings included a regular glaze, maple peanut butter glaze, cinnamon and sugar, and miscellaneous combinations.
(Cory got a little violent when things didn't turn out how she wanted them...scary!)
Then...amidst all of our PG fun, we saw cops patrolling up and down our street. Of course the only thing to do was to turn out all of the lights, squat down on the kitchen floor, and peer out the windows. Sadly, there was no drug bust that night. However, we did make use of the dark, and this is where the dance off began.
(Anne and Luna won due to their unique erotic style dancing)
Then we wrapped up the evening with a little Thunder Alley bowling.
Players: Candy Pants (Connie), Farts McGee (Anne), Lightening Fire (Cory), and Ivana Humpalot (Alina).
It's debatable, but Farts McGee won. Marginally ahead of Ivana Humpalot. Lightening Fire and Candy Pants didn't even make the charts. "It's just too bad for them".
Until Next Year, Peace Out!
As we let our dough gather the needed mass for cooking, we set out for some dinner. Being the go-with-the-flow girl that she is, Anne set just a few guidelines. "It can't be a chain restaurant and it has to be good." Hmm....she did know we were in Bountiful right?! We found ourselves at Marcello's. A quaint Italian restaurant with average food.
Stuffed on Gnocchi and Lasagna Cory, Anne, and I decided to walk the three blocks home. For those of you that are familiar with the Dorsey Family home you know that within the last few years apartments have gone up on each side of the house, sandwiching it in. What you may not know is that some of the apartments just so happen to be comprised of....drug dealers, doers, you name it. Quite the excitement for sleepy Bountiful! Well, as we are walking home we were approached by one of our "neighbors". He greeted us, "What's up dudes?", I laughed, and they responded with, "Oh! They're ladies!!!" Keep in mind they were about three feet in front of us. I blame this mistake on Cory's mustache.
Well, we got home and our doughnuts were slightly disappointing. They had barely risen and SOMEBODY rolled the dough too thin. We whipped up some killer glazes and frostings to try and make up for our shortcomings. Doughnut toppings included a regular glaze, maple peanut butter glaze, cinnamon and sugar, and miscellaneous combinations.(Cory got a little violent when things didn't turn out how she wanted them...scary!)
Then...amidst all of our PG fun, we saw cops patrolling up and down our street. Of course the only thing to do was to turn out all of the lights, squat down on the kitchen floor, and peer out the windows. Sadly, there was no drug bust that night. However, we did make use of the dark, and this is where the dance off began.(Anne and Luna won due to their unique erotic style dancing)
Then we wrapped up the evening with a little Thunder Alley bowling.Players: Candy Pants (Connie), Farts McGee (Anne), Lightening Fire (Cory), and Ivana Humpalot (Alina).
It's debatable, but Farts McGee won. Marginally ahead of Ivana Humpalot. Lightening Fire and Candy Pants didn't even make the charts. "It's just too bad for them".
Until Next Year, Peace Out!
3 comments:
homemade donuts? you guys are too cute...just a couple of betty crocker homemakers if i do say so myself.
love catie
Well, I want to make sure the record is clear. Lightning Fire kicked Ivana Humpalots Ass that night. Straight to the curb!
And I would also like to add that if you ever need convincing on not doing drugs then go to Connie Dorsey. She'll tell ya.
"Don't embarras me" (Connie whispers to Alina at the bowling alley)
Alina, MyLove! Your blog is a tender mercy. I can always count on laughing out loud ;) Love you to bits! xo
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