dinner

We started celebrating New Years at 4pm that day when pablo informed us that it was new years in "the continent." Apparenlyt that is what people in europe call europe, "the continent." they swear! like they are the only fucking contintent in the world. ugh. Anyways our first celebration went like this

Pablo: happy new years paris!
everyone: happy new years!!
Ivan: Paris is in Sydney!
Pablo (gives ivan look of judgement)

See the joke was that pablo was actually talking about paris the city on "the continent" and ivan was talking about the hilton. Anyways we decided to celebrate new years every hour on the hour and we stopped the music and we played "auld lang syne" and took shots of champagne and it was wonderous.

well i decided the only real way for me to tell the story of new years would be to tell it in segments, sobriety to drunk to crunk. The night began with a fantabulous dinner cooked by our most talented dan, with seux chef ivan. As you know, in our friend group the women don't cook, because we don't believe in it.

here is our cheese platter
classy is it not. do you like cahty's center piece of candles we found lying around.

Here is our table setting, sure we had to use paper plates and some cheesy decor but we are too young to own anything of value like nice plates, and we didn't want to wash dishes after AND it was chinet!! Need i say more?
then we proceeded to take prom style photos in front of the New Years sign
how bomb is this sign!! no seriously. it only cost 4.99!! eeemagine! Look at cathy's face. can you beleive this was like 1 hour into the party? just wait til you see the later pictures. This is a hat i made myself. It was a little mini top hat and i glued it to a black headband and it counted as my black tie outfit. Apparenlty some people who shall remain unnamed (cough cough ivan!) decided that black tie meant wearing jeans, even though i specifically said NO JEANS!! ugh whatevs.
couple shots!!
david and i think we look like a professor couple in their deans picture. i have a feeling that this whole mocking the azian peace sign thing is gonna turn into one of those things where we do it all the time and it becomes a really bad habit, to the point where people who dont' know us think we are serious.


and then we started drinking from our homemade pimp cups (also knowns as a bedazzled vase and pitcher) and it was all downhill from now
the caption behind this picture was "take a picture of our breasssssts!!! THEEEEEEESE ID'S!!"
anyways we dined on a beet soup (borch? spelling?) which was like way more awesome than one would imagine. like seriously it was the shit! we also had a really nice gazpachio, which i normally do'nt like but was really good. Then we had some parsnip and potatoe mash, chicken with pesto wrapped inside, a roast with a cilantro sauce. point being it was good.

and then....we drank more