A Houseful of Dips

No, really. We had a fondue party tonight.
It. Was. Epic.
The occasion was a belated birthday party for our dearest Tonya, who is post-op from her obligatory annual surgery fixing one of the plethora of grab-bag ailments that seem to pop up in her from time to time. Her birthday was actually on New Years, but between the heavy medication for pain that can cause hallucinations and the purple weasel that insisted on wearing her party shoes around the house while the alien barber shop quartet sang in the background, Ton wisely opted for a cozy night in.
So tonight we had a late fondue party.
Allow me to repeat: Epic.
There was normal cheese dip, and a chocolate marshmallow dip. Then Mama Claire, showing her love for all of us in her "Here, eat this." dialect, brought a butterscotch dip and a pepper jack sauce that tasted so good, we almost had to kill ourselves. Papa Lynn showed his affection to all of us by sitting at the table and playing with his Word Find in a pleasant sort of way. Pretzels, animal crackers, cookies, veggies, and marshmallows were all pressed into service as vehicles for the gooey awesome-sauce. Eventually, people began simply ladling the fondue sauce onto their plates.
As we took turns cycling into food comas, Exo Feltinez began working the crowd. A group of girls that included his wifey (my fashion guru) watched with interest, amusement, and mild concern as he worked the crowd. I have never seen a straight man do a better job of holding a party's attention for so long.
I, unfortunately, found myself speechless. Literally. A week-long sickness that I can't seem to recover from has left me with a nasty case of laryngitis. I can talk, but I sound like such a perfect cross between Mickey Mouse and a prepubescent WoW monkey that it's really best for me to just shut up.
And then there was cake. No POC party would be complete without a Jen Cake. This one was a product of a Jen/Jeni collaboration, looked like something from Target's "OMG TOO CUTE TO STAND" collection, and tastes like a back scratch feels. There was this strawberry stuff in the middle....
(EDITOR'S NOTE: The following is an incoherent description of gastronomic rapture. We at Blogspot.com thought it best to abridge the 600-page litany and let the reader infer what they will. Carry on.)
....WITH A GARDEN HOSE! I'm telling you, it was great. And there was a big red "C" on top!!
So now it's 2:30 AM and I'm getting ready to scoot under the covers. But I'm wondering now...how will we top this for Lisa's birthday? Come on, POCettes, time to start planning!