It started out kind of as a joke. We had so much fun on Dyngus Day last year. Every Friday night, standing around the bar after dinner, the subject would come up..."can't wait for Dyngus Day"... "You guys oughta come with us on Dyngus Day next year", and so on. Someone, can't remember who, said something to the effect of "Let's have our own Dyngus". Which evolved into "Let's have a count down to Dyngus Party". Which in turn led to a "Lets have a 'Who Stole the Kicezka' Party". The idea snowballed and everyone got involved. It was decided that we'd do it on a Friday, right after the last dinner was served. What fun. I'll bet there were close to 75 people at this party last night. The place was packed.
Someone even brought in a little vase of pussy willows! Where does one get pussy willows in the dead of winter? See them...right there on the right in front of the glass
Master of Ceremonies Mark sang "Who Stole the Kicezka" with Al, accompanied by the incomprable Norm Kaminsky on the accordian.
The Judge showed up and sang a Kicezka Song that he wrote. Friggin hilarious!
This happened a couple of times during the evening....
The carving of the fresh polish sausage that the boys made last night.
And this guy....Accordian Bill. He's on the right with the goofy hat next to Norm. The quintessential Polack....with his one liners and stories. Kind of a Henny Youngman, only Buffalo Polish