How Do I Spend New Years?

Well for starters, I headed over to Erin's house and was greeted by her father who gave me big hug, Erin, who gave me an even bigger hug, and Erin's mother, who gave me food. That's always a good thing. It was some type of yummy olive and tomato relish on a baget, which I dropped on the floor as soon as I tried to put in my mouth. Fail. 

Then me and Erin headed out the door, as I grabbed a small piece of spicy shrimp sushi, to Ocean City for some dinner. We drove in Erin's car, Snowflake, who is slowly aging. Every time the doors lock, the car sounds like it lets out a huge fart. It scared the crap out of me every time. 

We decided to eat at Dumser's, which is one of our favorites. Chicken cheese steak, caesar salad, cheese fries, homemade vanilla Coke, and a rootbeer float to-go. Needless to say, we left with food babies. But of course, we didn't leave without giving the waitress a tip, which we left on the table as 10 individual dollar bills folded into intricate origami. Yes, we literally sat there for twenty minutes, reading how-to's on the internet to make those darn things. And it didn't go unnoticed. As we were paying up front, we watched the bus boy approach the table. As soon as he saw the money, he whipped his head around and made eye contact with us...and just laughed. 

Then was the Winterfest of Lights. With our ice cream floats still in hand, we rode the train. The strangest thing though was a couple two rows in front of us. They brought their large yellow lab on the train too. And he just sat there and looked at all the lights. Weird.

We got back to Erin's house and spend some time in the hot tub, and complained about how out of shape we were. But regardless of all the complaining, some how we ended up at Harris Teeter an hour later buying ingredients to bake a bunch of unneccesary stuff.

We made oreo and cream cheese truffles, topped with white chocolate and drizzled with dark chocolate. We made Nutella cupcakes, topped with cream cheese icing. And sugar cookies, at Erin's dad's request.

Of course, we a made mess and I learned one thing: it is really hard to put a food processor together. In between making desserts, we watched the TV of all the Times Square New Years stuff and watched the ball drop.

We ended the night with watching a little of the SNL reruns on TV. Now I am home listening to Otis Redding on Spotify while typing with one hand because my large, fat chocolate lab is asleep on the other. 

So, as you can tell, I am pretty wild and out of control. I rock New Years hard.