My Boys “Dinner Party”

Posted by Dizzy Miss Lizzy

After a frightening dream where PJ finds herself still single at 80 years old and still hanging out with the guys, she agrees to host a singles’ dinner party. Each single friend brings another single friend and romance ensues. Well, that’s the theory. PJ invites the boys and focuses attention on the fact that they are all single. Maybe they should be trying a little harder to get out there and date more.

At the same time, Andy hires a hot Swedish nanny and all the boys are beside themselves. They leap with joy through hoop after hoop trying to impress her. Sucking in guts, pretending to be interested in yoga and poetry… Oh, the power…

Brendan and Bobby can’t be bothered with the dinner party – they’re not desperate enough for that sort of behavior. No, those two are just desperate enough to show up uninvited to Andy’s new house and compete to woo Elsa, each offering exaggerated tales of skills and taste. Brendan reaches his limit first and heads back to the apartment, all alone.

Andy is exhausted from trying to impress Elsa. He can’t relax in his own home because she is always there, and he can’t be fat and lazy around the hot nanny from Sweden! So he seeks a pants-optional sanctuary at PJ’s apartment, right in the middle of her dinner party.

The Dinner Party:

PJ conveniently pulled out a pair of folk songstress “friends” just in time for the dinner party. You know, it always surprises me when PJ has friends who are girls. It’s so contrary. They’re never mentioned and will probably never be seen again. Am I taking a half-hour sitcom too seriously?

Andy wanders in and out of frame, holding a paper plate overflowing with food, wearing sweatpants overflowing with gut. Mike brings a basketball buddy, known in some parts of PJ’s kitchen as the perfect man. Steph and PJ are beside themselves, jumping through the hoops. Luckily, they call a truce before the hair-pulling begins. Kenny lays low, waiting for Mike’s inevitable strikeout – “I’m like a Honda, Mike’s like the old convertible.” <Brendan walks in> “He’s the Porsche to my Honda.”

***Kenny’s got a point, I know I love my Honda. But, me personally, I’m totally a VW bug – compact, more quirky than exotic, kind of hippie, might break down and get stuck in the shop for two months because parts haven’t arrived yet. Yeah. Totally. What kind of car would you be??

Mr. Perfect, as it turns out, is only interested in Brendan. Mike strikes out twice and can’t figure out what’s wrong with them. The Indigo Girls start fighting over who gets Kenny. “They always come back to the Honda!” Both women pass him their numbers before storming out. Who gets to be Yoko, I wonder? Kenny for being so desirable? PJ for creating the situation?

In the end, only one person emerges from the everyone-is-fighting-over-who-gets-who fray with a date. Bobby’s the one who makes it with the hot Swedish nanny. He even thanks PJ for inspiring everybody to get out there romantically. NOOOooooo! That’s it, here it is. If you play this backwards when the moon is full as you smoke a hookah pipe while standing on your head, you’ll see the truth.

.

.

.

.

.

.

okoy si asle