Macho Bocce Ball: Tiki Edition
First off, I am pleased to announce that after 13 years of attending and participating in the Macho Bocce Ball Tournament, this is the first time I have ever (ever) won it.
\O/
For those of you new to the party/don't remember/etc., MBB is a lot like regular bocce ball, which is played thusly: one player takes a small white ball and throws it on a perfectly flat lawn, and then they and the other players gently roll 2 hand-sized primary-colored balls at the marker. Whoever's colored ball is closest wins, and that person gets to throw the white marker ball the next round.
In Macho Bocce Ball, you take a plastic hunting duck and chuck it onto our lawn, which is littered with frost-heaves and tree roots, and then you choose any one of the 21 bowling balls that we somehow are in possession of and you fling it at the offending fowl, getting increasingly drunker as the day goes on. In fact, the only rule of MBB is this:
#1) If you start winning too much, you have to quit and go drink some more.
The winner is chosen completely arbitrarily by my dad, seeing as it is his birthday party, and they get to sign the classy anatomically correct ceramic bull:
Soooo. Two years ago the hunting duck suffered a tragic mishap:
Aaaand one year ago its replacement(s) suffered similar tragedies
(<--that yellow thing on the ground is an ear)
RIP, guys. R.I.P.
Anyhoo, this year was a tiki-theme we decided on something a little more organic.
Yup. A pineapple. Which held up surprisingly well for being chucked around the lawn and having bowling balls flung at it afterwards. (Most of the damage came from the throwing, actually. THE MORE YOU KNOOOOW) Still, things began to get...
...progressively...
...more...
...juicy
The top was one of the last things to go, shockingly. I thought it'd pop off within a few throws. PINEAPPLES ARE STURDY FUCKERS, NEWS AT ELEVEN.
Pre-gaming (both me and the pineapple, you can tell from the ~artsy angle~ of the shot):
And some salmon-egg caviar. ...yeah that was not a thing what I ate.
Even Kona was getting in the festive spirit:
Though some players did fall prey to the water trap...
...that did not always stop them from winning
Closest is closest, after all. Even if you have to fish out your bowling ball afterward.
Here's one of my winning shots (I chose the Curly ball of our three stooges set (they've all seen better days, been the star of many plays, etc))
Soooooooooo yeah! A fun time was had by all, as per usual. Mai Tais were a success, despite my largely winging it, aaaaand of course the drunkest I ever was happened to coincide with wrangling two pork loins from the oven (naughty). Good food, good people, some of writing club met the bff, nothing got set on fire (too much), my dad wore a grass skirt...pretty much an average day here in Alaska.
*le nod*
\O/
For those of you new to the party/don't remember/etc., MBB is a lot like regular bocce ball, which is played thusly: one player takes a small white ball and throws it on a perfectly flat lawn, and then they and the other players gently roll 2 hand-sized primary-colored balls at the marker. Whoever's colored ball is closest wins, and that person gets to throw the white marker ball the next round.
In Macho Bocce Ball, you take a plastic hunting duck and chuck it onto our lawn, which is littered with frost-heaves and tree roots, and then you choose any one of the 21 bowling balls that we somehow are in possession of and you fling it at the offending fowl, getting increasingly drunker as the day goes on. In fact, the only rule of MBB is this:
#1) If you start winning too much, you have to quit and go drink some more.
The winner is chosen completely arbitrarily by my dad, seeing as it is his birthday party, and they get to sign the classy anatomically correct ceramic bull:
Soooo. Two years ago the hunting duck suffered a tragic mishap:
Aaaand one year ago its replacement(s) suffered similar tragedies
(<--that yellow thing on the ground is an ear)
RIP, guys. R.I.P.
Anyhoo, this year was a tiki-theme we decided on something a little more organic.
Yup. A pineapple. Which held up surprisingly well for being chucked around the lawn and having bowling balls flung at it afterwards. (Most of the damage came from the throwing, actually. THE MORE YOU KNOOOOW) Still, things began to get...
...progressively...
...more...
...juicy
The top was one of the last things to go, shockingly. I thought it'd pop off within a few throws. PINEAPPLES ARE STURDY FUCKERS, NEWS AT ELEVEN.
Pre-gaming (both me and the pineapple, you can tell from the ~artsy angle~ of the shot):
And some salmon-egg caviar. ...yeah that was not a thing what I ate.
Even Kona was getting in the festive spirit:
Though some players did fall prey to the water trap...
...that did not always stop them from winning
Closest is closest, after all. Even if you have to fish out your bowling ball afterward.
Here's one of my winning shots (I chose the Curly ball of our three stooges set (they've all seen better days, been the star of many plays, etc))
Soooooooooo yeah! A fun time was had by all, as per usual. Mai Tais were a success, despite my largely winging it, aaaaand of course the drunkest I ever was happened to coincide with wrangling two pork loins from the oven (naughty). Good food, good people, some of writing club met the bff, nothing got set on fire (too much), my dad wore a grass skirt...pretty much an average day here in Alaska.
*le nod*