The Results Of Our New Years Holiday

I apologize that it took me so long to make this post today, ya'll.  Celebrating the New Year just left us completely exhausted.  We slept in until about 11 a.m and finally got our Christmas decorations put away.

New Years Eve was a bunch of things.  It was fun, exciting, interesting, and different than any other in the past.

Naturally like I mentioned in previous posts about our plans for the holiday, Jason and I went over his parents friend's house for New Years Eve.  We had a lasagna dinner which was absolutely delicious.  Dinner was just the 6 of us; Jason, his parents, me, and his parents two friends.  It was a really great time!

I enjoyed 4-5 shots of 100.7 proof moonshine and polished off two whole bottles of Arbor Mist all by myself.  And guess what?  I handled my liquor really well this time!

I discovered that I have an obsession with Bugles and passion fruit Arbor Mist.

New Years Eve selfies are a must, obviously.  This was my transition point from feeling good into tipsy.  I was on cloud nine.

Oh, and I highly recommend the Caramel Apple Arbor Mist also!  That was very delicious and I hope that they come out with their dessert line again next year.  It's cheap stuff too. . .about $5 a bottle, but it does the job.

After dinner, my in-laws friends had friends of their own stop by which is always a trip.  Everyone has their own opinion of them, but they are a great time to me.  If anything, additional entertainment and I always welcome that no matter what form it comes in.

Jason on New Years Eve (My boyfriend)

Jason's Father, Ron (Enjoying a beer)

Jason's Mother, Karen (Isn't she just the prettiest?)

Me bringing in some peace for the New Year. (My hair got super long this year)

Gordon (One of my in-laws friends)

Alison (Gordon's Wife)

Gordon and Alison's friend (Kevin)

Kevin and Sandy (Gordon and Alison's friends)

So, this was pretty much the gist of our New Years Eve.  Just a bunch of sitting around the table and bullshitting about things that don't really matter.  We talked about topics that would offend the average person.

About an hour before the ball dropped, I called up my cousin Amanda and spoke with her about a few things and wished her a Happy New Year.

^ That's what we all looked like by the time the ball dropped ^

Lastly, the night ended quite interestingly with Kevin getting offended that there was a black guy with his shirt off on t.v when the ball dropped.  This all happened after my mother in-law insisted that everyone look at the t.v, primarily us females.  The last thirty minutes of the night, Kevin went on about how it should have been a white man on t.v because his ancestors founded America and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!  He was beyond drunk and that's why we mostly excused him.  Oh, it was entertainment though!  It was such a show that he ripped his shirt off to show people what a tough guy he was.  Buttons flew everywhere!  We didn't take what he was saying seriously due to the fact that he was extremely drunk.  Heck, we were all drunk to be honest.

Yep.  That was my New Years Eve.  Overall, it was pretty successful.  No fights.  No one getting sick.  Just a bunch of drunks acting stupid and saying things we have no knowledge about, especially Kevin.

Then New Years Day, we moved the rest of the heavy stuff over from Jason's parents house to our house.  We went over Jason's parents house to eat MORE lasagna.  Gordon and Alison came over for dinner as well.

Last but not least, on December 29th, 2014, my cousin Kayla gave birth to her beautiful daughter, Violet May O'brien who was 8.5 pounds, 21 inches long.

Ugh, I'm so in love with her.  Every time I look at her, I'm just at a loss for words.  She spent 4 days in the hospital because she had a c-section.  I Facetimed with her for the first time since she had Violet on the 29th last night and she was still in the hospital.  I think she actually went home today at some point.

What a great way to ring in the New Year.

How did your New Years Eve/Day go?  Feel free to leave it in the comments below!

I hope this year is good to everyone!

The Margarita That Wasn't Meant To Be

We all have embarrassing moments in our lives where we don't necessarily make the best choices.  Well, that was me yesterday.  I'm not sure how many of you are going to enjoy reading this post, but I always did say that I would stay true and honest on my blog, no matter how many followers I have -- even if it's not necessarily my proudest moment in life.

Yesterday around noon time, Jason and I went for what I like to call, our "Annual Expensive Date".  We like to try to go to one of the more upscale restaurants from your typical Burger King or McDonald's at least once a year.  We decided on Texas Roadhouse.  I don't drink alcohol much in general, let alone drinking out.  However, when I do, I definitely recommend Texas Roadhouses margarita's.  I've always been able to handle at least two of them.  That was always the standard minimum for me.  So, I wasn't thinking anything differently yesterday.

Jason ordered a bacon burger which kind of jerked my chain.  I mean, I know their burgers are of a lot better quality than a burger from McDonald's, but you're at a Roadhouse; order something like steak or ribs!  We went at noon time to avoid the dinner crowd because personally, it's not my cup of tea to be around a big crowd of people.  With that being said, I scored on the $8.99, 6 ounce steak lunch special.  I can't see paying $17.99 for a giant steak that you won't even eat a quarter of in one sitting.  Not for nothing, but steak is just one of those things that doesn't taste good reheated.

But anyway.

We started off with our traditional appetizer of fried pickles.  I love fried pickles, especially from Texas Roadhouse.  Of course they always also give you their signature homemade rolls and honey cinnamon butter.

My first margarita of choice was The Hurricane with a Patron kicker, sugar around the rim.  Excuse my use of an internet photo of it.  I sucked that thing down so fast that I didn't have time to take a picture.  It went down pretty good, without a problem.

Along with the idea of thinking that I had no issue with handling two of these bad boys, I had promised my cousin that is having her first baby tomorrow and my mother that I would have a drink for the both of them.  I mean, why not?  After all, I always could handle two of them, so two drinks equals two promises I thought I was capable of keeping.

Big mistake.

When I went to go order my second, I decided on the Sangria Margarita with sugar around the rim and no kicker this time as I was starting to feel pretty good already.  From the time that I had ordered the second drink to the time that the waitress finally delivered it to the table, feeling pretty good transitioned into feeling borderline tipsy.  Yes, feeling pretty good is a step before tipsy for me.

I ordered it and I felt completely obligated to drink it.  That and I made a promise.  I don't break promises.  Also, Jason was paying which made me feel even more guilty if I wasted it.  With just a few sips in, I knew I was in trouble.  My stomach began doing this flippy thing and my chest tightened as if I had massive acid reflux building up.  It was awful, but I didn't tell Jason at first.  Of course after having paid the bill, now I have the guilt on me that I'm being dead weight to the waitress because she can't flip tables until we leave.  I wasn't even half way through with the margarita.

I would take a few sips, take a few minute break, take a few more sips, and take another few minute break.  I couldn't quite wrap my head around the idea of not finishing this margarita because I made a PROMISE and that margarita was $6.00 all on its own.  I mean, look at this bad boy!

As I continued to milk that margarita, I wondered how many people were wondering how I could drink two whole margaritas and it was just barely noon time.  Usually drinking like that is reserved for dinner time.  Jason made me feel even guiltier and labeled me a "boozer".

With a quarter of the margarita left, I decided that I ought to quit while I was ahead, so at least I thought.  I mean, I really felt like if I drank anymore that I wouldn't be able to walk out the door.  I didn't know what I was more embarrassed about.  The fact that I couldn't handle my liquor any more, that I couldn't keep my promise to my cousin and mom, that I felt like I wasted $2.00-3.00 of Jason's money (Yes, I try to guess what it costs to waste things.  That's what I get from having attended Culinary school), or that I was boozing at noon time.

So, the adventure home begins.

Jason wanted to stop for a coffee while I couldn't even fathom the idea of cream and alcohol mixing together.  So, I opted out on that one.  Instead, I called Jason's parents and bragged a little about having just a bit too much to drink and then briefly talking about our plans to move the rest of our stuff from their house to ours tomorrow.

After I had gotten off the phone with them and Jason had ordered his coffee, we headed home.  We hit the first red light and my stomach wasn't sitting well with me.  I haven't thrown up in years and hate doing it, so that wasn't even a thought for me.  Low and behold, as soon as we hit the bumpy roads ahead, I knew it was going to happen.  Vomit.  No, not word vomit.  Actually vomit.  I forewarned Jason that it was going to happen and fortunately we had a desposed of Dunkin' Donuts paper bag in the back seat for me to do so in.  We rolled down the windows, so that we could both breath long enough to make it home.  Of course we had no napkins, so I had to volunteer my scarf for pick-up duty.

I was so embarrassed.  It's gross, but it happens.

This was me, except no video.  I was sober enough to know what went down, unfortunately.

As soon as I got through the door, I threw my scarf in the kitchen sink, drew extremely hot water with Dawn dish soap and let is soak and into the bathroom I went to finish what I had started.

Once I got a good grip on my stomach, I brushed my teeth and took a nap to sleep it off.  To say the least, I woke up feeling a lot better.

So, I hadn't just wasted the $2.00-3.00 of Jason's money that I originally guesstimated, it was like he payed my complete portion for nothing.

I'm glad I left the rest of that drink in the glass to say the least.

Either I don't drink nearly enough to withstand that amount of liquor anymore (going back into light-weight mode) or I'm getting too old and can't handle liquor like I use to.

I forewarned all of you that this story was gross.  When I started this blog, I told myself that I would be completely myself whether it's good or bad -- even gross.  You don't find that kind of honesty anymore in people.  Now, everything is too much information for people.  People act as though if they tell an embarrassing story, their whole life will fall into some black hole and no one will like them ever again.  We are human.  It happens.  I'm just bold enough to admit it.

Do you have any embarrassing moments that you would like to share?  Leave them in the comments below!