White Elephant Party

Last Sunday, a bunch of total idiots near and dear friends of mine got together for a brunch and White Elephant gift exchange.  I have to take at least an eensy weensy bit of credit for this idea as it all started when I was at Staples and saw an affordable keychain breathalyzer. Instead of buying 16 of those suckers for all my friends, it hit me that we should totally do a gift exchange. We somehow managed to get our cluster-mess group of friends to all agree on a time and place - and we let the drama ensue!

 

The location was The Grill at Highlands Row in West Knoxville, and it did not disappoint. Everyone seemed to be preeeetty hungover from the night before, and the $3 beverages certainly helped out with the headaches. I can't speak for the beverages (the water was meh), but the food was delish!

 

Props to our buddy my arch nemesis, Patrick, for setting up the private room. And I think everyone said a little prayer for a good gift beforehand:

 

 

 

A couple of friends were extra festive for the event. Kudos to them??

 

 

Aaaand then there were friends that put like...zero effort into the event. This was to be expected from Petey:

 

I took a few pre-exchange pictures...before the stealing and backstabbing and tears...back when we were all friends:

 

Don't ask...

After our meal, we let the games begin. Julia offered/demanded to be the moderator. In addition to being the boss-lady, she also insisted that she bring the numbers. We initially thought this was a pretty lame contribution to the party; however, these "numbers" that we drew were legit. Like...festive. And stickers.  Gotta give the girl some props:

 

Lane kicked off the event, and it all went downhill from there:

 

 

There was vodka. There was fireball.  There was a beer belt. There was a box of douches (thanks for that, Dustballs). There was a lottery ticket or two. There was a lot of ridiculousness. There was even a blow up doll and a penis pump.  And let's just say that those items are to never be seen or spoken about again. In fact, I'm afraid I've said too much already...

 

 

The most popular item though?  A freaking grumpy cat blanket.  THREE OUT OF SIXTEEN PRESENTS, Y'ALL. This was not even planned. I would say "great minds think alike" but I refuse to give that kind of credit to Josh, Lane, and Scott.

 

The worst part? The freaking sweetest duo (a fellow preggers included) got to take home TWO of them.  Sorry Ben and Jess. Enjoy your snuggle time?? :(

 

And of course we all ended up where we swore we wouldn't....the Roosters. That's where the breathalyzer became a big hit.  As expected, I think everyone got just a little bit more drunk than normal.  Proud preggers over here blew a 0.00 #props

 

 

All in all, it was a fun event. Can't wait to see who gets the penis pump next year...

 

 

Love these losers. Cheers :)