My last New Year's Eve in my 20s was a roaring success.
First of all, I spent the afternoon making Peanut Butter Stuffed Hot Fudge cupcakes.
We spent the evening with good friends, the kind that make you laugh until you cry even if no one consumes any alcohol. That sounded pretty after school special, but I promise, it was from the heart (although not meant to imply that we had some sort of teetotaler party). When you are lucky enough to be ringing in the new year with such a fantastic bunch, is there any way to improve the holiday?
Yes, there is: meat. I'm fairly sure that I ate more meat last night than I have in the past decade. As an added bonus, as you probably guessed from the previous sentence, that means this post will be a That's What She Said gold mine.
We started the night at Jackie and Dan's.
|The Ritz get all soaked in bacon grease while they cook. Just imagine it.|
At this party, I not only ate, drank, and was merry, but I also learned. Specifically, I learned what an incarcerated hernia was. I'm a visual learner, so luckily they had a white board available.
There was a "photo booth" complete with props:
Everyone got to put silver sparkly letters for their initials on their cup. Since the theme of the party was "2033" (our house number when we were just three crazy single girls, tackling city living), I went with my maiden name.
|Plus, there was all the sausage I could eat.|
|Eric's been working on this for six whole years now.|
This was a result of both a secret vote and using a tape measure to measure circumference, so I can't argue it, but it was still quite a blow.
I may have been awake at this time here or there for crazy early races, but I don't remember the last time I went to bed this late.
|I could have just said the time but I wanted to sneak|
another picture of Harrison in here.
I slept until almost noon, or, as it will be known tomorrow, halfway through the work day. When I finally got around to wanting "breakfast" at 1:00pm, I begged Eric to go get us bagels.
|Blocking out her real name makes me feel cool like a super secret spy|
Highly caloric foods were essential. I may have lost out on the biggest whooty contest this time, but I will not let that happen in 2014.
|Breakfast - bacon, egg, and cheese on an everything bagel|
|Dinner - buffalo chicken bubble pizza|
Don't worry, I'm not turning this into a food blog, because tomorrow I'm going back to my boring packed breakfasts and lunches. I just wanted to document all the #fatfluential #proof from my first New Year's Eve staying up until midnight as a carnivore.
What's the best thing you ate for New Year's?