I only managed to pull out the camera after midnight.
Sorry about that.
A lot of people already left.
I'm afraid I don't have any pictures of the conga line that snaked through
the house,
or
the Cha Cha Slide, the Cupid Shuffle, the Macarena,
Shake Your Tail Feather,
the Hustle or the really cool swing dance we did either.
But passing Elizabeth, our D.J. ...
and while everyone else was still downstairs...
I was summarily greeted by this Merry Fellow...
keeping a round the clock vigil over this...
"Ooooooh, score!" gushed Entrepreneur Chick.
"Not so fast."
"Huh?"
At first I couldn't tell just where the demanding, pushy little voice was coming, but upon
closer inspection...
"What happens when you mix your drinks?" asked Magic SinkLizard.
"I throw up."
"Right, you throw up. Is that how you want to start the New Year off like you did three years ago and barfed from 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. like you had a job?"
"No sir."
"You can have some, but not all. Understood?"
"Okay."
"Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year to you too."
But once downstairs, it all got a little hazy-
this guy seems to know me.
Who are you again?
What'd you say I said?
Dude, you didn't listen to the Lizard, did you?
When is it my turn to ride the guests?
It didn't matter anyway because The Poodles said it was time to go...
"Take another picture of me and I'll bite you."
Dear God, please make Entrepreneur Chick go away...
Well, Poodles, I have news for you.
When there ain't no cake,
ain't no party.
I was leaving anyway.
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