Fish fry

It started out like any other innocent dinner night at Pentwater. The ancient grill was loaded down with charcoal, veggies were cut, and the meat was prepped for cooking. Then, it happened: booze started showing up in all shapes and sizes (Gas-puh!). White wine, red wine, beer cans, and beer bottles all appeared in the chefs' hands as they tended the grill, now filled with smelt and cod. Soon, it was apparent the crew had drunk one (or was it three?) too many drinks. Everyone looking for a nice, quiet night of delectable seafood was in for a surprise when they had to serve themselves and gather their own silverware. The dinner crew became increasingly loud and boisterous as the alcohol continued to flow throughout the night.

The low point of the evening was desert. The crew brought out a gallon of ice cream, asked if the kids wanted desert, and unceremoniously plopped the ice cream on the table. Almost as an afterthought, they dropped the ice cream scoop, and went back to drinking in the kitchen.

Needless to say, the fish fry has been banned ever since.