New Year's
My sister was in London, and my brother was scouring chicagoland for an about-to-become-illegal something or other. I was at the treehouse making pancakes.
And they were great.
I had bought everything to make pancakes from scratch, then Ali informed me that my baking "soda" would not be an adequate substitute for baking "powder". I looked at Mark in despair, seeking guidance/help. He shook his head at me.
So I went and bought seven-eleven out of pancake mix. The chocolate-chip pancakes we made were adored by all, as they were quite delicious. Thanks go to Nima and Gush for whipping up the batter and working the skillet. However, thanks is then taken away from Gush from squirting too much whipped cream down my throat.
Emily shot me this look at one point in the night that made me want to kill myself. I think I was saying something about Mike, and then BAM, she gave me the eyes of infinite terror. Hey, Mike sounded ridiculous, he deserved ridicule...
Rockband was popular amongst people here, until the freaking system started to overheat from use. I got to meet this "Tony" character, and he was pretty much awesome. Anyway, he seems to have a good deal of natural musical talent, as he took right to Rockband, and later showed us all up in Singstar Karaoke.
A memorable point in the night is when Tony destroyed Ali in Brittany Spears' "One More Time". I don't know who that should have been embarrassing for.
Ah yes, SINGSTAR. It was with Singstar that we brought in the new year. I cranked the volume, then Mark and I wailed out "The Final Countdown" not quite in time for 0-hour. Everyone joined in (i think/hope), which beat out that old new year's song. Hey, the final countdown with Mark is always fun, but now it's TRADITION.
I also got to sing "Winds of Change" while in the embrace of Mike Paulin, it was really bro-mantic.
All in all I'd say it was a successful gathering, people seemed to have fun, and there didn't seem to be a whole lot of upset over the fact that it was an exemplary "sausage-fest". The Canadian bacon was a let-down, and my beer hadn't gotten cold enough, but it was a good night nonetheless.
It ended with Milligan and I having a sleepover. We had a pillowfight, and talked about girls, it was pretty sweet.
Ah yes, and Dan left me a hilarious New Year's message, which I have saved in my phone for anyone who wants to hear it.
And they were great.
I had bought everything to make pancakes from scratch, then Ali informed me that my baking "soda" would not be an adequate substitute for baking "powder". I looked at Mark in despair, seeking guidance/help. He shook his head at me.
So I went and bought seven-eleven out of pancake mix. The chocolate-chip pancakes we made were adored by all, as they were quite delicious. Thanks go to Nima and Gush for whipping up the batter and working the skillet. However, thanks is then taken away from Gush from squirting too much whipped cream down my throat.
Emily shot me this look at one point in the night that made me want to kill myself. I think I was saying something about Mike, and then BAM, she gave me the eyes of infinite terror. Hey, Mike sounded ridiculous, he deserved ridicule...
Rockband was popular amongst people here, until the freaking system started to overheat from use. I got to meet this "Tony" character, and he was pretty much awesome. Anyway, he seems to have a good deal of natural musical talent, as he took right to Rockband, and later showed us all up in Singstar Karaoke.
A memorable point in the night is when Tony destroyed Ali in Brittany Spears' "One More Time". I don't know who that should have been embarrassing for.
Ah yes, SINGSTAR. It was with Singstar that we brought in the new year. I cranked the volume, then Mark and I wailed out "The Final Countdown" not quite in time for 0-hour. Everyone joined in (i think/hope), which beat out that old new year's song. Hey, the final countdown with Mark is always fun, but now it's TRADITION.
I also got to sing "Winds of Change" while in the embrace of Mike Paulin, it was really bro-mantic.
All in all I'd say it was a successful gathering, people seemed to have fun, and there didn't seem to be a whole lot of upset over the fact that it was an exemplary "sausage-fest". The Canadian bacon was a let-down, and my beer hadn't gotten cold enough, but it was a good night nonetheless.
It ended with Milligan and I having a sleepover. We had a pillowfight, and talked about girls, it was pretty sweet.
Ah yes, and Dan left me a hilarious New Year's message, which I have saved in my phone for anyone who wants to hear it.