New Years has come and gone. Quite frankly, I’ve never been one to subscribe to the whole need for a big bash (probably because my parents would go to bed at 10pm), but some of those in our circle of friends feel the need, so we did a bit of a compromise… dinner and dancing at our friends’ house.
Smoked Salmon Consumed: one and a half slices.
Cider Consumed: three and a half glasses (along with a kir and a passion fruit cocktail).
Times Hearing Some French Song About ‘Fantastic Plastic’ and ‘Cool Rubber’: five or so.
Meat Pierraded: quite a bit.
Disturbing Photos Taken: plenty.