Holiday: NYE 2012

NYE with my good peeps! Let's see. Hotel rooms at hotel sorella. There were pre-drinks and pre-snacks. Most expensive and oprah approved tequila ever. Costco croissants. Sweets for some macarons. Dinner at eddie v's. Shafer equals very good merlot. Truffled mac. Great crab two ways. Lump and cake. Big poppa has a cow over his lack of greens in his caprese salad. Guess he didn't know what a caprese salad was! Haha. A waiter brought him a side of greens for his caprese salad. He was kinda buzzing so he was a bit louder than his normal self. Night was cold and rainy. Feet hurt. Hate my hobbit feet. Made it back to monna lisa for the countdown and firworks show. And then it was back to the room for game time! We really didn't have anything planned for the night. I was kinda tired and my feet were hurting. So gilles found some games we could play from her phone and we just went at it all night. Taboo and charades. Girls suck at taboo but we rocked in charades. I wish i would have thot to take photos of everyone in action but i was having too much fun laughing and watching everyone cut up. It's good to find people who enjoy these types of games as much as i do. Dehydrated. Gangnam style. We were so loud at one point that we got a nice warning to lower it down just a bit. Who the hell books a hotel NYE and decides to sleep early? GEEZ. Party poopers. I always have a good time with these peeps. But we could have maybe saved some money did the same thing at someone's house. Haha. I guess it's always nice to do something different. Socks having to wake up early and check out though. Haha. We all had some nice dim sum for brekkie the next morning. The new year was off to a pretty great start.

Holiday: Valentine's Day 2013

Happy Valentine's Day y'all!

I always tell people that big poppa and i are not really vday kinda folks. At least it's not so important to me. But big poppa is the sweet guy that i sometimes don't think i deserve. Geez. I just made myself tear up. Not sure wuts in the water but my tear ducts are getting a workout this month. So back to my sweet guy. Even after telling him that i don't care for anything, he still wanted to do something nice for me. I guess you could say that i have a plethora of single male friends and i often give them advice and tips about the female kind. One tip that i've been recently preaching about it this new macaron boutique that just opened up in river oaks. Macaron by Patisse. If most girls are like me, then we are wanting to come here. So i told them to go there to meet girls. Haha! Or at least bring their date. The shop is so incredibly cute and the decor and design is basically everything i love. Gray and white chevron floors. Chandelier. Loves it. I actually want that exact gray and white chevron pattern on the vertical planes of all the steps on my staircases. I've been on HGTV overload ever since we put in our glamorous laminate floors. Big poppa had every intention on taking me to macaron by patisse for vday but realized that he wouldn't be able to surprise me since we would be in separate cars. So we went together as a non-surprise treat the night before. We got a dozen macarons. All were delicious. The owners were really nice and not pretentious at all. The guy even offered to take our foto so that's always a plus.

Since we're on the subject on vday, i thought i'd share some sweet and romantic stuff from the web. These made me tear up. I'm a sensitive person in general so i tend to cry very easily but it's just been a bit much lately. I had a meltdown last week where i was feeling badly about myself. As i was confiding to big poppa i just started crying. And then seeing a man fighting back tears as his wife was about to go into surgery. Tears. This post. Tears. Then this article in the photo below. Tears. It's easy to balk at these stories and question it's authenticity. But you know what? I choose to BELIEVE!

Holiday: NYE 2011

HAPPY NEW YEAR! I thought that since i hadn't blogged my nye festivities from LAST year that i would take the time to go through allll of the photos ... select the ones i like and do some quick crop/edits on them so that i can share them now. I seriously can't believe the drunken shenanigans we had was LAST YEAR. Time just flew by in the blink of an eye. For nye 2011, our quaint little group decided we would do this mystery dinner thing at the double tree hotel in downtown. To make sure that we made the most of it we also booked rooms at the double tree. Drink and not have to worry about driving equals the way to go. The mystery dinner was a joke but drunken fun with friends was the best time EVAR! Since this happened so long ago ... i'll do my best to remember the deets. Here goes:

- I was pretty hammered even before we left our room to go downstairs to that lame mystery dinner thing. I have no idea how many drinks and shots i had. But right when i sat down, i tried to excuse myself to go back to the room so i could throw-up. But, mascara put a death grip on my arm and made me vomit in the super public restroom so that my fellow mystery dinner attendees could hear. I threw up. Yay! Haha.

- I struck a conversation with this girl who was wearing a dress that i also owned. I told her she looked a lot better in it than i did. Damn. I would be such a suave and smooth talking lesbian with all the right lines. She said she was a blogger. OMG so am I! So i drunkenly showered her with extreme positive praises for about ten minutes.

- I might have been drawing a lot of attention to myself because i soon found myself talking to the emcee/lead detective on the mystery case of the night. She took my name down. I already knew to expect her to call me name out sometime during dinner. To embarrass me maybe? HAH! Jokes on her. I can't be embarrassed cos i love to put on a good show!

- I'm not sure what we ate for dinner but i can tell you that we all thought the food was crap. UGH. Nasty. They should have asked me to cook for everyone and i think it would have been better received.

- As suspected, the detective lady called my name up. I can't remember why. We may have been 'witnesses' of some sort. She mentioned something about us being at a strip club. So i nodded in agreement and then let LOOSE! I started dancing. SOme guy came up and i tore his jacket off and i flung it into the crowd of diners. Then when we were supposed to go back to our seats i grabbed the emcee's mike and yelled out that we needed more DRINK COUPONS! I can be such a wild lady sometimes. At least no one can ever say i'm a boring drunk!

- As we continued through dinner, i sat there thinking about the whole mystery thing. The 'murderer' was supposedly sitting amongst us. So in my drunken state, i thought to myself, the 'murderer' is prolly some actor who is sitting alone and not with friends or a date. And then it occurred to me, the blogger girl i met before! She came here alone and told me that she was here getting material for her blog! Wut a load of B.S. Who in the world spends nye alone going to some weird mystery dinner event so she can blog about it. SOUNDS SUSPICIOUS TO ME! And then i started getting a little angry cos i had just been LIED to by her. No harm no foul. Girl's just doing her job. Oh my how the drunken mind works.

- So blogger girl turned out to be the murdered. But i didn't win because we were supposed to write all this crap down and none of us had been paying any attention to wut was going on.

- I remember some of the other guests at the table telling me that they had suspected me of being the murderer. I think mostly because of my drunken antics. Haha. But then when they saw me give big poppa a kiss they figured that was a bit much for 'acting' the part so i was ruled out as a suspect.

- And then we danced the night away. I was sweating SO MUCH. And i was having a freaking blast. Thankfully voodoo stopped by with his girl and lent me his shoes for a bit since my feet were in pain from heels. I still don't know how girls walk in heels all the time. It HURTS! And voodoo took over as photographer so i could have me some fun!

- After the dinner and dance party was over, we went back to the room for a couple more shots and drinks. I'm pretty sure i didn't have any. We did however decide that we were super hungry and big poppa and transam took a cab to mai's to get us some pho. It took two hours for mai's to have the pho ready. By the time the guys came back with the pho the broth wasn't hot enough to cook the raw beef. Some genius decided to boil the pho broth in the coffee maker. Oy vay. Terrible. Haha. I got pho ga so i was all good.

- All in all, we had such a bad arse time. Can't u tell by the fotos!