Let's face it: New Year's is amateur night, just like St. Patrick's Day has become. Losers who stay home the other 363 nights of the year all come out those two nights, and try to ruin it for those of us who really know how to play.
So last year, The Gang tried something different -- and it was so good, it became an instant tradition.
We have a small, private party. Couples only, except for one or two well-trained teenage children to act as bartenders. Each couple must bring two gourmet appetizers, a killer desert, and a bottle of good champagne.
Women in classy dresses, men in tuxedos. High-heeled shoes may come off almost immediately, but everyone must stay otherwise dressed until midnight. We eat too much and drink too much, but you'll usually find three or four of The Survivors still in the hot tub at dawn.
I'll be making my Beef Carpaccio. Melissa prepared a Double Chocolate Torte. What else will we be eating? Won't have a clue until I get there.
Anyway, all of this is just a long-winded way of wishing you a very happy new year, and excusing myself from blogging tomorrow.
Cheers!
A Happy New Year to you and yours!
Well, even though it took me just about 2 minutes to type my name and email info ino the comments area because I'm commenting from a friend's computer and I am more than a little drunk, I want to wish you guy's a Happy New Year.
Reading the news each day has become ritual and Vodkapundit is my first stop each morning before I proceed to Instapundit, USS Clueless and Lileks. Thank you Stephen.
Now excuse me whille I go pass out. :-)
Or listen to some Black Sabbath and then pass out. The Wizard ROCKS! :)
Actually you forgot one.
Halloween has become an amateur night in a lot of areas. At least it was a big one when I still lived in NYC.
Don't ya just hate amatuers....
We had gumbo, boudin, pork roast(stuffed with lots of garlic) and various other cajun foods. It was great. Just add beer and fireworks.
Happy New Year!!!
I had a girlfriend who put it this way:
New Year's Eve is open-mike night at Alcoholics Anonymous.
New Years is one of the few nights of the year when I absolutely will not go out. House parties only.
I drove the wee wifey to work at 11 P.M. New Years Eve. The crowd on the hep scene street on the way was already off to a good start, and there were already people out driving inconsiderately. I'm real glad I picked her up at 7 rather than just after the bars let out.
My, how very Metrosexual of you...
Glad to see you are not wimping out on the the beef. You are doing your part to keep America strong.
Remember--Eat downed-cow headcheese or the terrorists win.
Or howzabout a fabulously patriotic drink for non-wimps. The Bullshot--Beef and Vodka!
I'm late in saying this, but:
Happy New Year!
