We met up, went out, and then promptly went back in. Inside is where the warmth and love was on the last night of 2008. The ice sculptures and howling winds were only made better by the warm, free T ride back to Cambridge.
Once there, Patti made hot chocolate (Gharadelli's with Hood whipped cream, yum!) and Matthew made a few good/evil cocktails. We played boggle (woohoo?) and then watched Dick Clark and Ryan Seacrest do the "Live from New York's Times Square" thing on the TV. Boo hoo to NBC because Mr. Clark is so old now and Mr. Seacrest seems to be already washed up, too.
At least we had champagne to drink, which I popped and poured just seconds before the Final Countdown (and check out Freezepop's cover of the pop masterpiece). Anyway, Cheers!
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Friday, January 2, 2009
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
New Year's Night
We ended 2007 in the company of friends, Vlad and Vanessa, who hosted a small gathering at their place. Having arrived too late for the potluck because of our own little surf-n'-turf meal, we got only nibbles of the "meals that represented my 2007":
Sharon-iO's, suitable for taking her into the wild on numerous roadtrips
and the Gingerbread House lacking a structural support wall
(like our friend Dave Shi's "This Old House" candidate)
Having eating just a few nibbles of tasty, tasty cheese and other goodies, we proceed to play an odd little parlor game called "the oracle". Everyone takes paper and pen. The first thing each person writes is a question, starting with "Dear Oracle..." Everyone passes the paper to the right and then writes a response to the he/she received and then folds the paper to cover the original question, leaving only the answer visible. Everyone then receives an answer and must write a question that it could be answering, and folds the original answer. And so the papers get passed and marked up by a different person responding to each question with an answer and each answer with a question. It gets a little goofy and finally when the paper is filled the answers are read.
(like our friend Dave Shi's "This Old House" candidate)
Matthew got to read the results of the Dear Oracle series, aka Telephone Pictionary. Hillarity ensued. Sam demonstrated his bag pick-up skills by balancing on one foot, picking it up with his teeth and then getting the bag onto his head.
Drinks were re-filled and the New Year 2008 was welcomed warmly.
Sam the bag man, victorious.
Drinks were re-filled and the New Year 2008 was welcomed warmly.
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