For the first time in eleven years, Damien and I went up to Kirkland and visited with my family without the kids! It felt strange to be there without them, but it was a wonderful break for us- one that we needed. We are flying up here again in ten days to spend a week with my family for Easter/spring break. That's why we chose not to bring the whole family up for St. Joseph's Day. The kids were a bit upset- but we explained that it would be so much money to fly everyone up twice in two weeks! Twelve round trips in ten days? I think not.

We flew in late Friday night and enjoyed some time with my family. We have more fun, more interesting conversation, more hysterical laughter in my parents' family room than you can imagine. On Saturday morning, we headed up to the Holy Family Parish Hall to help with the remainder of the setup. It was really too bad we couldn't have gotten there earlier on Friday to help roll in the tables, put out the chairs, hang the lights, hang the flags, and do all the heavy lifting. We really missed out (insert sarcasm here).
Saturday morning consisted of putting the place settings at each table, making sure chair counts at the tables are correct, and putting any last minute touches on the room. We finished just before lunch and decided to grab some Thai food in between finishing set up and coming back to rehearse the skit. It was after all, Jake's (Jill's husband) birthday so we needed to celebrate!
At skit rehearsal, we were all anxious to see how the first run through went! A few weeks ago- Gina and I were given the daunting task of writing the skit. Every year, after dinner- there is a skit. It is generally two things: hilarious and always better than the year before. Problem with skits always being so good? It makes it harder to write something the following year. We put it off for weeks but finally one night Gina drove down from San Francisco, we put the kids to bed, locked ourselves in a room, and vowed not to come out until we had a skit.
I came up with the idea of having the skit themed around
The Family Feud. The skit every year involves Cicci Vesuvio (my Dad's Italian alter ego) and usually focuses around Cicci's restaurant. This year, Cicci was in danger of losing his restaurant. Unless he could come up with $25,000 by the next day, the restaurant would be gone forever. Cicci does what any self respecting Italian would do. He grabbed the raviolis and bread sticks from the fridge, trimmed his eyebrows, threw his family in the car and headed south to Burbank, California to . . .

To start the skit, part of the above paragraph was read to all 360 people in attendance to St. Joseph's Day from one of the 'chefs' at Cicci's restaurant. He said, "To what? That's all he wrote? What's he going to do?" And then it happened. I will seriously never not laugh when I think of this. Damien, who we pegged to be the host of Family Feud, pops up with a microphone and shouts, "To Play The Feud!" People were going crazy and started that clap that the audience does at the show. Theme song blasting. Both my family (The Vesuvios) and our opponents (The Gubars, pronounced
goobers) paraded down and took our places. Damien was ridiculously funny as he recited his lines with the occasional ad lib.

My brother-in-law, Jake, was able to design a PowerPoint (which we projected) to totally simulate the game. It included the X sounds and the dings when someone got it right! Basically, the game went something like this. The Vesuvios are a little stupid and our answers were ridiculously Italian. Think Jersey Shore smarts. We lost the first and second round. In the third round, all points were worth triple so if we won that one, we won the game and could play for the $25,000 Fast Money! At this point, the game took a 180 degree turn. Damien read, "We surveyed 100 people from Poughkeepise, New York . . ." and everyone in the audience knew that these were all going to be answers that were slanted towards Italians. "Name something that you would bring to a picnic?" Natalie rings in, "A Pool Boy. Someone's gotta rub lotion into my back!" Sure enough- pool boy was there. And this went on until there was just one answer left. It was Laura's turn. Damien says to Laura, "Name something that you would bring to a picnic." Laura says, "More Vino." Damien: "Laura, vino has already been said." Laura: "I know, it's MORE Vino." And as you could imagine, the answer was there and we won the game!

Here's how Fast Money with Cicci and Damien went:
Damien: "We surveyed 100 people in Sicily. Top answers are on the board."
Name something that you wouldn't use if it was dirty.
Cicci: Toilet Paper
Damien: Name something you might find in your Mother's purse.
Cicci: Olive Oil
Damien: Name something you might find in a bed.
Cicci: A horse's head.
Damien: Name something you would NOT take on your honeymoon.
Cicci: My wife.
Damien: Name an appropriate age a son/daughter might move out of their parent's house.
Cicci: 37
And as you can imagine, the Vesuvios hit it big and won the $25,000 and saved the restaurant. For one half hour, yes it took thirty minutes to do the skit, people were howling! So many compliments after the skit was over about how funny it was. It was unanimous that Damien missed his calling and should have been in show biz. People absolutely loved it and that is exactly what we wanted to hear!
All in all- between the good music played by my Mom's Jazz group, or the mandolin players, the amazing food, the fundraiser to fill the library at our sister parish in Malawi with books, congratulating everyone for their efforts this past December when we were able to build them a well so they can have clean water, and in between the laughter that this ridiculous skit provided- we all had a blast.

I know my kids missed coming to the party this year, but I must say I enjoyed it to no end. I could really just live in the moment and experience the night without worrying where my kids were all the time. I could mingle with the many friends and family we have that were in attendance who I don't see nearly enough. St. Joseph's Day this year was amazing and reminded me once again that together- we can do great things. Just by eating amazing food, laughing the whole night long, and coming together as a BIG family, we changed the lives of so many people in Malawi, Africa. How truly amazing is that?