The only way I could describe New Year's to my parents after I arrived back at thier house a disheveled mess was "same party, different year". This year Pammy Wammy threw a party at her North End apt. Amidst lots of drama - e.g. Rob not calling us back, keg mixup, no R2D2, mp3 dance party plans thwarted by a crappy CD player - First Night 2001/2002 was pretty, shall we say, off the hook.
5:20p - New Year's Eve may have been the longest day ever. We skied all weekend, drove back to Boston at 7am, made some last minute plans, got all sauced up and headed into Boston to meet my dad and some of his Irish Mafia friends for a pre-dinner cocktail in the North End. Here's father and son toasting to Saratoga 2002. Note the GE ID card my Dad has to wear around now - hahahaha, sucker!
5:25p - Me, Mike.d and Ferrari... and more proof that there is no avoiding the Mike.d Reach AroundTM
5:45p - So, we shoveled a few drinks into our mouths and headed to Pam's (actually, there's a good story about how my Dad parked the Lex across the street in some private Boston-officials only lot, only to leave the bar and find he was blocked in my two Boston Police paddy wagons, but we'll skip that). Anyway, the three of us headed to Pam's, met up w/ the rest of the crew, loaded the fridge with three 30 packs and headed out to dinner. (please note: 30 pack x 3 = just short of the fabled 'one hundred beers').
6:20p - We went to dinner somewhere in the North End - Pam picked the place. It was surprisingly good - the food, the friends, blah blah blah - until Mike.d toasted the kid in the corner who was trying to have a quiet dinner with his girlfriend. Anyway, here's the five of us... Derek, Mike, Mike, Rob and the back of my head. Sweet picture, Katie.
???? - Okay, I'm not sure how much time has passed here... we left dinner in respectable fashion - suits and all - only to end up in my go-to blue shirt and Nestle Quik headband. Speaking of which - my three favorite things: headband, Maker's Mark, ladies.
???? - Apparently it's bad news when the headband comes out. Katie*, waysted. (censored due to middle school jackals)
11:27p - And then, of course, there's the visor. I dunno how Derek got ahold of it, but he's running around in the baby blue shirt and orange visor (my signature outfit, btw) making out w/ his wife (Sara)... when I saw these pics I was thinking "holy shit, that's me making out w/ Derek's wife!". Luckily, it was only my doppelganger.
11:53p - At about quarter-till, we noticed the Lt. was missing from the dance party so Derek and left on a two-man rescue mission. Though we couldn't find the LTJG anywhere in the North End, we did return with one pack of menthol cigarettes for KJ, one American flag, and one cut-off picture of me in a fisherman's hat. Follow up: Rob made it back from his pouty-spree by midnight.
12:00:13a - Midnight make out #1 - husband, wife & lucky visor.
12:00:26a - Midnight make out #2 - Mike.d and KJ in love love love.
12:00:47a - Midnight make out #3 - KM and Scott. (again, censored due to middle school jackals)
12:35a - What better way to ring in the new year than a "pound, dawg" between white suburban friends.
12:40a - A whole bunch of girls... Tobi, Donna, random girl, PW.
12:42a - Hey, I'd vote for this guy.
12:57a - We're so O-Town.
12:59a - No need to explain what's going on here. No idea who the Euro kid in the red is.
8:36am - Morning tv, the sound of Lt. Rob Moore cooking breakfast in the background. Daaaag.
9:07am - the kickoff of our post-new years detox run. Note the three-quarters-kicked bottle of Maker's Mark, the randomly acquired American flag, and the senator. Also, if I had no shame, I'd have posted the pics of my torso all scratched up from Rob's rabid girlfriend PW. I dunno what we fought over, but she kicked the shiznit out of me. The end.
