My night:
- Went to Mark’s house. It was just us and another old high school friend, since everyone else had either left for vacation in Florida or was partying it up in Chicago.
- Beat his 8 year old brother in Mario Kart. Barely. Parents whisked him away before I could be embarrassed.
- Ate way too much spinach and artichoke dip, yet didn’t imbibe a single drop of alcohol. Mono, I shake my fist at you. Ah well.
- Roommate (who was in another town) texted me asking me what dead baby jokes I could remember. I love my roommate. I also love that she would turn to me for help in such an area.
- Watched three hours of The Next Food Network Star. Developed an idea for a new show, Bobby Flay Goes Apeshit. All you have to do is use the outtakes from one of his billion shows, add some explosions and lasers shooting out of his eyes, and you have a fucking masterpiece. Seriously, were we the only people who noticed how he looks like he’s about to absolutely flip out in disappointment before the camera cuts away? I can fill in the gaps. “Capers? Where…are…the CAPERS?! ARHRFHGHG!! *rips of shirt and grills the failing contestant*”
- Tuned into Kathy Griffin and Anderson Cooper right before the ball dropped in New York. Oh my god, I wish we would have tuned in sooner. I love both of them separate, but together it’s just pure genius. I’m amazed at Kathy’s sheer willpower to not swear for all of those hours, but she was still being horrendously inappropriate for the program, and watching Anderson squirm awkwardly was amazing. “I just did some blow!” “No, no she did not. *frantic look*” Or when she asked Anderson what his safe word was? Also, Anderson Cooper getting hit on by a drag queen made my year (the 45 minutes left of it at the time). And the fact that Lance Bass was randomly reporting too – Could CNN get any gayer? Win.
- Then we tuned into to the local Chicago news for our count down. Good god, Chicagoans look like the saddest bunch of people compared to New Yorkers. New York was a huge party, Chicago was a bunch of middle aged people sitting at tables eating, listening to crappy bands, and falling asleep. Every year the highlight is watching ABC 7’s Mark Giangreco and Janet Davies announce as they get progressively tipsier and tipsier. It always ends with Mark constantly making off color jokes and vaguely hitting on Janet. I was not disappointed.
- It turned midnight. Yay. 2010.
- We watched the South Park movie. Mark’s parents and 8 year old brother decided to come home right when Kenny was going to heaven and seeing a bunch of boobs, and then going to hell and seeing blood and gore. Oh, and don’t forget the constant swearing. It amuses me how things can become awkward so quickly given the audience.
- Watched the same Girls Gone Wild commercial probably 20 times. Was it really necessary to include that one commercial during every break, sometimes two times per break? Could they have at least mixed it up a little so we could see a different drunk girl’s boobs jiggling across the screen?
- Drove home, put on pajamas, and wrote this blog post because I can’t fall asleep. …Wait, now I’m getting meta. Time to stop.
How’d you spend your New Years Eve?
In front of my computer, trying to sketch in PhotoShop. Not an easy task. -_-
Yay, a new decade.
In front of my computer, trying to sketch in PhotoShop. Not an easy task. -_-Yay, a new decade.
In bed by 10pm.
Woken at midnight by my parents, ringing to wish me a happy new year.
In bed by 10pm.Woken at midnight by my parents, ringing to wish me a happy new year.
I actually worked till about 11:30pm. I love all my coworkers so it was enjoyable. Toasted with some bubbly and then managed to make it home just in time to switch on the television and see what I think was Carson Daly's ghost announce as the ball dropped at Times Square. Got a kiss, then tried to sleep as drunken hordes partied in my buildings hallway. Oh I also watched the South Park movie – always a great way to ring in the new year.
I actually worked till about 11:30pm. I love all my coworkers so it was enjoyable. Toasted with some bubbly and then managed to make it home just in time to switch on the television and see what I think was Carson Daly’s ghost announce as the ball dropped at Times Square. Got a kiss, then tried to sleep as drunken hordes partied in my buildings hallway. Oh I also watched the South Park movie – always a great way to ring in the new year.
Went to a friend's house, watched some movies. Also snuck onto WoW for a bit, which was a good thing because otherwise we would have completely missed midnight. :)
Went to a friend’s house, watched some movies. Also snuck onto WoW for a bit, which was a good thing because otherwise we would have completely missed midnight. :)
family dinner, argued with uncle about woody allen till midnight, went to friends party, got slightly drunk, fucked, had breakfast, went home, got asleep, woke up, puked, got asleep, woke up, now checking whether teh internet is still here.
family dinner, argued with uncle about woody allen till midnight, went to friends party, got slightly drunk, fucked, had breakfast, went home, got asleep, woke up, puked, got asleep, woke up, now checking whether teh internet is still here.
Oh wow. You are the only, only other people (besides my sister) to see the magnificent rage lurking in Bobby Flay. Honestly, I think he's always, always ready to cut someone. And I love it. I think he could beat Mario Batali in a cage-match.
My NYE was a Firefly marathon with my parents. That was pretty awesome.
Oh wow. You are the only, only other people (besides my sister) to see the magnificent rage lurking in Bobby Flay. Honestly, I think he’s always, always ready to cut someone. And I love it. I think he could beat Mario Batali in a cage-match. My NYE was a Firefly marathon with my parents. That was pretty awesome.
I've been following your blog for quite a while, and thought perhaps I should finally say something–so, hello! I think you're great fun to read. :-)
I, too, find Bobby Flay mildly terrifying.
Mono SUCKS–I'm glad you still had a fun NYE, and I hope you feel better soon!
I’ve been following your blog for quite a while, and thought perhaps I should finally say something–so, hello! I think you’re great fun to read. :-)I, too, find Bobby Flay mildly terrifying.Mono SUCKS–I’m glad you still had a fun NYE, and I hope you feel better soon!
Most of my exposure to Flay is on Iron Chef, where one seldom sees this Bruce-Banner-like rage lurking beneath the surface.
My NYE was spent among friends, eating copious amounts of food, drinking copious amounts of everything, and playing Beatles Rock Band.
Fabulous!
Most of my exposure to Flay is on Iron Chef, where one seldom sees this Bruce-Banner-like rage lurking beneath the surface.My NYE was spent among friends, eating copious amounts of food, drinking copious amounts of everything, and playing Beatles Rock Band.Fabulous!
I have NO idea, but I’m pretty sure it was more boring than what you did. Actually, I think I went next door to my Aunt’s house and ate a bunch of food while drinking sparkling cider. So yeah, way more boring. D: