Actually, I lied. I did cook something. We made Jell-o. This is how inept we are as adults: we had to call Eddie's mom to find out how to make the Jell-o even though I read the directions on the side of the box. We didn't know what to put it in. It was very difficult. But we did manage to make it.
The scratch-offs were a nice surprise. We'd won $12 a few days before, so he cashed them in for more chances.
Because we won!
For some reason, Eddie made his own drink. I don't know how this happened. I was in the middle of making mine--ice, Disaronno,Prosecco, mmm--when he ran through the house coughing his brains out. Between coughs, he was blurting out, I'm a lightweight! I'm a lightweight! I was like, how much vodka did you pour? He was like, only a drop! What the?
Then I realized--Hey, did you put it in first or last? Of course he answered, Last. I was like, Maybe you want to stir that up so that the vodka isn't the top layer, hmm? After that, it was much better.
Mine was good but too strong. I guess I'm a lightweight, too. So I poured a bit of Sprite on top to cut it and oooh, it was delicious.
|Wearing jammies on New Year's Eve tops wearing a tight dress and boots.|
|Mystery spot on the couch|
I was almost drunk but we both made it to midnight and rang in the New Year by watching Jenny McCarthy kiss a random military man in Times Square. And isn't that what New Year's Eve is all about?