Happy New Year Which One is Our House???
From October of 1992 until May of 2000 we lived in Flower Mound Texas, in a development. The houses were so close you could hit them with a rock (I never did that, okay I didn't do it often, never mind). We were fortunate enough to have a slammin' road. What a group of transplants, newlyweds, single moms, budding families and singles - a recipe for non-stop entertainment.
For New Year's we decided to have a progressive appetizer/cocktail party. We planned it all over adult beverages one night and were quite proud of our schedule. We would go from house to house at designated time intervals, where we would immediately drink 8oz of water and then enjoy the beverage of choice by the host and an appetizer accompaniment. We would start at 7pm and be done by the time the ball dropped. Excellent plan, aren't we amazing, smell all ya'll later!
You can't visit 12 houses and drink at each and not get completely plastered. The beauty was we walked from house to house. The Donald was in charge of the stop watch and was a drill sergeant barking orders, "Next host, move out and prepare your stuff!!" Then he'd yell for the crowd to move on......
We made Wassail. Now after starting with an African Vodka and mint drink, moving onto a lager, Madeira, eggy hot drink is a bad idea, and then Gin drinks and Harvey Wallbangers and Champagne, we were moving from bad to worse and walking sideways. The food was delicious, but not enough. We needed meals like Arty makes for Tony Soprano, PASTA, PASTA, PASTA, basically sponge food. At 10:40 we started arguing about when the ball drops, when we should tune in on the tv, what time zone we were in, what time zone the ball was in, how many balls there really were and how much the south sucked (that may have been just me spouting off).
We missed the ball, we forgot to drink our water, we started singing and hugging each other, we were schnookered. The Donald and I looked at Ashlee in her red wagon and said, "Sweetie, which house is ours?" Bless her little heart she said, "Come on you two, I'll get us home, geez!"
I wouldn't mind doing that again, perhaps at the lake house with friends over who can stay over?? Hmm something to consider. Could we just stick to wine and I'll just sit in the red wagon?
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
For New Year's we decided to have a progressive appetizer/cocktail party. We planned it all over adult beverages one night and were quite proud of our schedule. We would go from house to house at designated time intervals, where we would immediately drink 8oz of water and then enjoy the beverage of choice by the host and an appetizer accompaniment. We would start at 7pm and be done by the time the ball dropped. Excellent plan, aren't we amazing, smell all ya'll later!
You can't visit 12 houses and drink at each and not get completely plastered. The beauty was we walked from house to house. The Donald was in charge of the stop watch and was a drill sergeant barking orders, "Next host, move out and prepare your stuff!!" Then he'd yell for the crowd to move on......
We made Wassail. Now after starting with an African Vodka and mint drink, moving onto a lager, Madeira, eggy hot drink is a bad idea, and then Gin drinks and Harvey Wallbangers and Champagne, we were moving from bad to worse and walking sideways. The food was delicious, but not enough. We needed meals like Arty makes for Tony Soprano, PASTA, PASTA, PASTA, basically sponge food. At 10:40 we started arguing about when the ball drops, when we should tune in on the tv, what time zone we were in, what time zone the ball was in, how many balls there really were and how much the south sucked (that may have been just me spouting off).
We missed the ball, we forgot to drink our water, we started singing and hugging each other, we were schnookered. The Donald and I looked at Ashlee in her red wagon and said, "Sweetie, which house is ours?" Bless her little heart she said, "Come on you two, I'll get us home, geez!"
I wouldn't mind doing that again, perhaps at the lake house with friends over who can stay over?? Hmm something to consider. Could we just stick to wine and I'll just sit in the red wagon?
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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