Screw Times Square
I had the best New Year's Eve yet...without being crushed by a million bodies in -4 degree weather.
Jennie and I had several people over to our house for pre-drinks and pizza to start the evening--and then headed out to the real party. It was at the Stadium Club and was thrown by a professional party planning company. [Think: fraternity formal x10.] There were well over 500 people there...and all were determined to have a good time. My favorite part (besides the free champage): the complimentary New Year's tiaras. With feathers.
There was a great 80s band that played about every hit imaginable. And the female lead singer wore a tacky 80s prom dress for the ocassion (a woman after my own heart). We were quite content to dance in front of the fog machine while singing our hearts out.
About 20 minutes till midnight, waiters passed around champagne flutes. Admittedly greedy, Jennie and I decided that ONE flute wasn't enough...and searched out new waiters. To the point we had 6 champagne flutes. EACH. The band counted down, balloons fell out of the ceiling, everyone kissed...it was great. Just what New Year's should be.
And if anyone could explain why/how we have the band's cowbell sitting in our living room, I'd be grateful.
Jennie and I had several people over to our house for pre-drinks and pizza to start the evening--and then headed out to the real party. It was at the Stadium Club and was thrown by a professional party planning company. [Think: fraternity formal x10.] There were well over 500 people there...and all were determined to have a good time. My favorite part (besides the free champage): the complimentary New Year's tiaras. With feathers.
There was a great 80s band that played about every hit imaginable. And the female lead singer wore a tacky 80s prom dress for the ocassion (a woman after my own heart). We were quite content to dance in front of the fog machine while singing our hearts out.
About 20 minutes till midnight, waiters passed around champagne flutes. Admittedly greedy, Jennie and I decided that ONE flute wasn't enough...and searched out new waiters. To the point we had 6 champagne flutes. EACH. The band counted down, balloons fell out of the ceiling, everyone kissed...it was great. Just what New Year's should be.
And if anyone could explain why/how we have the band's cowbell sitting in our living room, I'd be grateful.
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