There was the booze...
...and the jello.
In rich reds and greens, laced with tuna and dotted with olives, these jiggly gems reminded us of why our (grand)parents drank so many martinis.
The night's winner was probably Fred's mold, which looks like a night's worth of vomit topped by a jujube. Needless to say, only T tried that one. (Brave man, T! And handsome.)
Slightly more palatable, though no less era-appropriate, were the pigs in a blanket, francheezies, tuna noodle casserole, cream cheese and jelly sandwiches, Velveeta fudge, and Judith's chocolate Coca-Cola cake.
The sandwich loaves sounded promising, but it turns out that grape jelly, minced shrimp, cream cheese, bacon, and olives do not mix well.
My mom's was a bit ahead of her time; I call this The Ken Kesey Loaf:
While Dave presented the more streamlined Londoner:
And when we weren't hesitating over the food table, or drinking Fred's handmade Manhattans, martinis and whiskey sours, we were watching Joe and Dee's hilarious beer-can baby.
A good time was had by all. (If not by our stomachs.)
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