For New Year's Eve, we went with my sisters and their respective significant others to this fantastic little Irish pub called Paddy's. They made the best dirty martini I've ever had, ever. I want to go back there today and have another one.
Is it crazy to drive 100.67 miles for a dirty martini?
Then we adjourned to my parents' house, changed into our PJs and proceeded to play Munchkin while getting silly on champagne.
I liked to chase my champagne with Diet Coke. Charles preferred to stick to water, while my future brother-in-law Eric preferred to chase his champagne with, well, more champagne. And a Benadryl. The results of which, no doubt, you can imagine for yourself.