A pity party is much like catching fresh fish....if it goes on too long, things start to stink!
That's what a friend told me yesterday....& it made me smile! Told him that was only the case if you didn't call some friends over to help you clean those fish & fry them up....have a fish fry...that nothing tranforms a pity party like good friends, some fried fish, & cold beer....
...it's the "southern" way, ya know...
For the record, he IS an Arkansas boy....just been living up north for way too long!
He reminded me that most of the time he didn't invite people over for his pity parties....because, well, you know, they were pity parties!
Hmmm...guess he's never heard the one about "misery loves company"...what a pity!
Pun intended.
He went on to tell me that fish fries truly weren't a "southern thang"....yeah, right....whatever....
Buffalo, he says, is the birthplace of the fish fry. Not catfish or crappie, of course, but haddock & cod...battered up & fried....served every Friday night...it's a tradition....
Wikkipedia actually mentions Wisconsin before Buffalo...as a traditional fish fry place....
Seems to me if one were to participate in a friendly fish fry....every Friday nite...there would be no need for pity parties....
Good friends....cold beer....fried fish....
I'm just saying...
We haven't had a pity party in a long time. And the last one we had to cut short because we had things to do. But we did have beer, and wine, and spaghetti chicken.
ReplyDeletemy point exactly...friends showed up...and we had BETTER things to do!
ReplyDeleteYou'll have to tell your friend that the famous R&B song "Saturday Night Fish Fry" was about New Orleans, not some Yankee or midwestern city. Among the African American population, a Saturday fish fry is most definitely a Southern thing!
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