A quick surf around Left Blogistan reveals a few headaches, a clear indication that some were out last night abusing themselves (and probably drinking, too).
But not me.
I had other issues on my mind last night. So I unplugged the phone, closed the curtains and spent the evening hunkered down with a Haynes manual, reading about 4-wheel-drive transfer cases and differentials — I think I might have blown out my rear end yesterday, which sounds like a lot more fun than it really is. I was gently weeping myself into a desperate slumber by 10:30pm.
So allow me to live vicariously… what did you-all get up to last night? Spill yer guts! (No, not that way!)
Me and Mr. Dr. Prole shared a sushi take-out feast, a bottle of wine, and watched a few favorite movies.
Gawds we are getting so OLD! LOL! In actuality, we are a couple of hermits and we like it that way.
Fun with the family at the next-door neighbours:
Played Guitar Hero against various friends and a few relatives of the hosts.
Watched, off and on, the incredible World Junior Canada vs US game on the computer – awesome game.
Played Euchre with some of the other neighbours that were there.
Giant game of group Pictionary that included some of the older kids – a great time was had by all.
Gorged myself on pizza, chilli, fruit, cheese, jalapeno dip, pate, meatballs, various baked hor d’ouvres.
Drank 4 or 5 Sleaman’s Honey Brown Lager through the evening and a glass of champagne at midnight, after listening to 12 kids shout the countdown, starting at 15.
Then, back home at about 12:30, read some Ken McLeod for a bit, then fell asleep. My wife dozed off with out youngest in his bed and slept there all night.
All in all, a great new years.
Sorry to hear about your rear end JJ…er, uhm….you know what I mean…
Dr. Prole – That sounds like a good night. I stopped “doing New Years Eve” a few years ago — I was sick of welcoming the new year with a 3-day hangover. Now I take great pleasure in going for a long run on New Years Day, stopping intermittently along the way to visit hungover friends and neighbours and tell them how great I feel
Mike – That sounds like the perfect New Years Eve, a little bit of everything but everything in moderation.
“My wife dozed off with out youngest in his bed and slept there all night.”
AWWWWWWWWWW! That’s so cute!!!
Drank a few beers. Talked about man and god and law with sweetie. Went to bed before midnight.
My father, an alcoholic, called New Year’s Eve ‘Amateur Night’.
We went to a friend’s house in mid-afternoon and watched Star Trek 5 or whatever it’s called — the one about saving the whales. Our friend lives with her 90-something dad and her 30-something disabled daughter and they tend to stick close to home. So we baked the chicken and our friend made cheese-mashed potatoes and buttery carrots and a gorgeous salad and fantastic cheesecake and we all ate very well and laughed a lot. Back home again by 8 p.m. to savour gravlox on seaweed rice crackers and watch a season two episode of The Wire. Out cold by 10:30. I don’t miss the loud parties at all.
Woke up early enough to see a silver fox cross the clearing in front of my house and then a coyote saunter through the woods beside my window. I love dogs so I’d like to think the autonomous ones dropping by is a good omen.
Sorry about your back end, JJ. That’s rough.
No big deal of a celebration last night. No ‘countdowns’ or anything like that. I stopped ‘doing’ New year’s Eve pretty much about the time I stopped playing New Year’s Eve gigs. Loved the big payday. it’s been a few years now.
As I mentioned over in a different thread, I went out from downtown to the ‘burbs and got together with a small number of old and very dear friends for good food, drink, company and conversation.
Did watch the World Juniors game (w00t!) and some of the Calgary/Edmonton NHL game following. But mostly we had some tunes on in the background.
Back home about 1:30am. Thank goodness Skytrain was free and running extended hours (Sorry, Mike. OC Transpo sucks monkey butt).
fern hill – Very good, a few beers, a little deep discussion, to bed at a rational hour, and presumably, waking up not feeling like death warmed over. We vicious abortion crusaders are apparently not the out-of-control intoxicant-crazed libertines we’re made out to be. At least not on New Years Eve
Oh yeah, fern. It is ‘amateur night’. Seems sometimes even the pros wind up in the same condition as the amateurs. lol. Not me (hint: drink a glass of water between each cocktail).
orange – Yummmeeee! That sounds good!
I’m with you, I don’t miss parties at all. I have almost 40 New years eve parties under my belt, and that’s enough for me.
FF – Ah, another late-nighter. Sounds like you had a pretty good evening — lots of fun but not too much Crazee. That’s good.
I used to like going to see a band on New Years Eve, but it got so friggin expensive, the last one I went to I was paying $6 for a bottle of Corona, on top of the entry fee… that can’t be right!
The Mr. and I went to what he referred to as a “goofy costume party” at our friend’s place. I spent most the day cooking Hawaiian corn chowder and tropical luau shrimp for the event.
We were dressed in our loudest summer shirts, given paper hula skirts and plastic lais upon arrival, and huddled around the TV to watch the end of the Canada-US game (that was a pre-condition for attending). The feast was actually quite good and included melt in your mouth ribs, glazed chicken breasts, Hawaiian cole slaw, corn chowder, luau grilled shrimp, and ambrosia. All but ONE dish had pineapple. Any guesses?
We played a party board game that was goofy but lots of fun. Teams ended up playing versions of charades, name that tune, pictionary with playdo, password, etc. The party favours came out as we approached midnight and one of the guests insisted on watching Dick Clark’s countdown. We tolerated some boy group (Jonas Bros?) performance and were looking for Time Square when someone twigged to the fact that it was already 12:50 in NYC. We then tuned in to CityTV who were broadcasting a time delayed event from Nathan Phillips square in TO. Did the noise maker thing and popped a bottle of champagne for a toast. Watched the cast of Jersey Boys do their Frankie Valli repetoire and were home by 1:30.
Beijing – That sounds like a blast! More great-sounding food… ahhh!
All but one dish had pineapple — the ambrosia?
All but ONE dish had pineapple. Any guesses?
I’ll go with the corn chowder.
My New Years wish for you is that you have a heated shop to tackle the repair work. Swapping out a read end in a snow bank is not something I would wish on anyone.
Happy New Year and may you have safe supports for the frame.
Beijing — I’m going with the corn chowder too.
And JJ — you’ve got way more New Years parties under your belt than I do! I starting hanging around with a less partying crowd when I was in my late twenties and started doing more focused, quieter stuff and was surprised to discover that I had never really liked loud parties at all — in fact, I was always very uncomfortable at them and had somehow always overridden that feeling when I’d gone to them. I’m in awe if you’ve survived over forty of them!
DING, DING, DING! Corn chowder is the winner.
Mike wins!
And BY pays off big on the Exacta…..
(Our youngest, littler e., was overjoyed that the Jonas Bros, a complete invention of the EDE* were on Dickie C)
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Party at a friend’s house – I drank hard but chose not to walk home in the frozen tundra, so I got a drive with a sober friend who left just after midnight; and thus, was home in time to see my TV boyfriend George S. interviewing Sarah Palin. Then passed out in the new fleece sheets. Good NYE compared to the crapshoot that usually goes on.
Beijing – sounds like you were playing Cranium. One of my faves!
willy b – Well, I do have a heated shop, but I’m afraid this might turn out to be more than just a simple rear-end swap.
The 4 wheel drive is definitely working as far as spinning the wheels goes, so its probably not the rear end. However, there’s a definite problem with power, a HUGE problem with power, especially on hills, in both 2 and 4wd. I’m afraid the torque converter might be hooped. (Automatic transmissions, I hate hate HATE them, and I will NEVER buy another vehicle with one of those motherfuckers in it.)
Then again, maybe it just needs a tune up! Ha.
Happy new year! And for me, Happy Motoring!
orange – “I’m in awe if you’ve survived over forty of them!”
Well, my brain bears the scars (obviously). It’s probably not quite 40, because I went to my last one about 4 years ago, so it’s probably more like 35 or 36.
I remember my last one though, the one where I had my New Years Eve Party Hating Epiphany… It was about 10:30. The house was rockin. Everyone was going crazy. I was all dressed up (in a sparkly little sequined slip-dress and a pair of silver spike heels — really!), standing in the kitchen yakking with someone, but suddenly there was a thought balloon over my head that said “What am I doing here? I’m bored, my feet are fucking killing me, this guy’s a cretin, in fact, 90% of the people at this party are cretins, I’m probably gonna get pulled over on the way home, I’m not gonna be able to run tomorrow because I’ll be puking my guts out all day… etc… fuck it.” and I excused myself to go to the little girls’ room and went home.
And that was IT for me! Ha!
RossK – So you had a good New Years Eve then? You must have — Happy kids = happy adults.
pedgehog – “Party at a friend’s house – I drank hard…”
That sounds like me (at your age).
You partied hearty, got home safe and didn’t fall asleep in the bathtub, that’s outstanding. Well done!!! Back when I used to “drink hard”, there was usually only a 50/50 chance I’d even make it home, let alone safely. Young people have clearly gotten more intelligent about partying than they were in my day. Maybe it’s the nutrients they add to the beer these days.