The answer: A VERY low key PJ party at my house. Complete with good friends, good booze, and good dogs (see photos below). I'd say "good games" but Melissa's idea of fun somehow involves a calculator. I can barely add when sober, much less “estimate”, “count cards” or “shut-the-box”. I’m just saying is all…
The BOY TOY at midnight...
(and, YES, I did get my kiss)
(and, YES, I did get my kiss)
Lil Miss Rainbow Brite herself...
The ever-so photo shy Bert...
Haskell...
(wondering what all the excitement is about)
(wondering what all the excitement is about)
The AMAZING Gypsy Kitty...
(irritated that she's been "decorated" yet again)
(irritated that she's been "decorated" yet again)
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
3 comments:
Oh, Gypsy and Haskell look so sad! Or maybe they are just concerned with what they are seeing. There was alcohol involved, after all.
There were also all the fireworks and gunshots that started going off around midnight. At one point, Gypsy Kitty was VISABLY shaking. Loud noises are traumatic for her (they are disconcerting for Haskell, too, but it doesn't come close to affecting him as much as it does Gypsy). In fact, I “decorated” her (partly) to distract her from all the loud, scary noises happening outside.
Haskell DID look concerned when everyone jumped up and screamed, “Happy New Years!” He was busy taking a nap, though, and probably wasn’t paying attention. As for his “decorations”: Haskell likes wearing hats and clothes. It really seems to make him happy. He’s a weird dog. It’s official.
Also, there was alcohol present, but no one was drunk (Melissa had early brunch plans the next day and Trevor wanted to watch the Cotton Bowl). In fact, the champagne was almost undrinkable. This was not the champagne’s fault, either. Trevor decided to “improve” upon the champagne by adding some Pomegranate liquor to the mix (thereby making it undrinkable). Apparently, you can enhance the flavor of champagne by adding A DROP of something else fruity, but only A DROP. Anything more than A DROP and something very gross happens. Just FYI…
eeewww. Well, actually, I don't like champagne, so I don't know if I would notice a difference, but it SOUNDS gross.
Poor Whippy! At least it's (mostly) just once a year.
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