(I'm gonna apologize right now for the lack of paragraph definition at the end of this post...but try as I might, I could not separate them...stupid auto formatting!!!)
Okay, a continuation of the NYE story....
So after the day tour, the drinking began. After a very tough decision on what to eat for dinner, Marc, James, Kyla and I settled on a Mexican place, the best part, the $50 pitcher of margaritas. I have to say at first I was wondering if we would get our moneys worth. In the end we definitely did. This was the strongest pitcher of margaritas EVER! We even had to ask for the server to add more lime mix. In the end, Marc had to bow out of the tequila, but K, J, and I made a valiant attempt to finish it off. Wow. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard. K actually had tears rolling down her face!
So after the day tour, the drinking began. After a very tough decision on what to eat for dinner, Marc, James, Kyla and I settled on a Mexican place, the best part, the $50 pitcher of margaritas. I have to say at first I was wondering if we would get our moneys worth. In the end we definitely did. This was the strongest pitcher of margaritas EVER! We even had to ask for the server to add more lime mix. In the end, Marc had to bow out of the tequila, but K, J, and I made a valiant attempt to finish it off. Wow. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard. K actually had tears rolling down her face!
Now onto the party.
Now you may wonder why did I travel all the way to NYC for NYE and go to Times Square for midnight? I'll tell you. 1. you can't drink. 2. you have to be there at 3pm. 3. you can't drink. 4. you can't pee. 5. you can't drink. and 6. there's armed army guys everywhere and snipers on the rooftops...yes, that's right snipers, those crazy paranoid Americans. So a house party it was. And seriously, how bad does a party in the middle of The Village sound?
Following the Party, we had to travel back to Queens where we were staying that night. So just imagine the effort at getting a cab at 2am in NYC on NYE in the rain...yep pretty much impossible. I say pretty much only b/c we actually got a cab, about 5 mins after getting on the street, however, some guy in a wheel chair wanted it and being the nice polite Canadians + Kiwi, we gave it up. And then we tried for what seemed like forever before we gave up and got on the subway.
That night I had a whole couch cushion to myself! Read cushion, not couch.
The next morning we went out for breakfast back in The Village, at a place that had unlimited Mimosa's for $5! That's right $5. I think thats something that should be imported to Canada. What a great idea for bunch with the girl in the city....sigh.
That day K, M, J and I walked around Times Square and saw some sights before taking the most frustrating train ride to someplace near White Plains (but not actually White Plains, it was apparently much to difficult for our travelling partners...we'll call them C and G to tell us where we actually were going) After much kerfuffle, we finally made it to our destination a very nice house in the woods, by a lake, yes woods and water only an hour and half out of the city.
All in all I'd say this NYE is in competition for the best I've ever had....in competition with what I'm not sure...as I can't remember one at the moment that was nearly as fun....so from now on it's the best NYE EVER! Great Location, Great Friends and 2 (yes thats right 2) Kisses at Midnight, what more could a single girl want....expect maybe 3 kisses....
I thought you were in Times Square! Can't drink!! What a dumb rule... ok not really considering the snipers and the such.
ReplyDeleteWho's the guy in the hat with you? He looks kinda... well, not very fun.
When did i start looking so drunk!!?
ReplyDeleteAnd then who decided to take all the photo's?! I don't remember any of them being taken, especially the last one! What a great time.. it will be tough to top, though we do have Montana next year ;)
Are those pics from your camera or are they on the web somewhere? Email me and let me know, i want to see more!
ha ha. Thats James. And he is fun...but maybe not at that particular moment. He was my NYC "boyfriend". And no, not in Times Square...I watched the ball drop on TV like the rest of the world.
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