We didn't do a whole lot for New Year's Eve. I made the nachos -- refried beans, ground beef with taco seasoning and onions, liquid cheese, shredded cheese, olives, sour cream, guacamole, jalapenos, two kinds of store bought salsa, and chips, lotsa chips -- and watched Law and Order: Criminal Intent. I fell asleep during the Metalocalypse marathon but Jer woke me up to watch the fireworks over the Space Needle. Fireworks are okay, but it's maddening to look down below and see all the people, driving crazy, stumbling around with bottles of champagne, shouting at the sky -- mostly because it's not me -- and the subsequent chaos of hundreds of cars (with semi-sober drivers) attempting to navigate the two lane street that runs along the water. Since I didn't want my new year to start off as a witness in a vehicular manslaughter trial, I called it a night after the fireworks and promptly fell asleep. Horns were still honking and girls were still puking as I drifted into dreamland.
Jer and I started talking about where we'd like to go on vacation this year. Guess we better start saving now. I have expensive tastes.
2 comments:
It is not officially guacamole without cilantro.
Sorry.
P.S. "Horns were still honking and girls were still puking as I drifted into dreamland." Have you been watching every night of my life?!
Good point. Maybe I will just call it "avocado pudding" then.
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