New Years Eve

We didn’t do anything grand this year. Not that we ever do anything over the top for New Years, but this year was much more mild than usual. We aren’t normally in Washington for New Years; generally we’re still in Kurt’s home area and spend the New Year with his childhood friends. We still had fun. The night started with Kurt and I stopping at the Olive Garden to put our names on the list and grab table pager, then we were off to pick up our friends who lived nearby. It went slightly sour when the table pager started to sing to us indicating that we had gone outside the range. We can now relate to the distance called 100 yards. We had our friends meet us at the restaurant, and after an forty-five minutes we got our table. I had a martini that got me completely giddy, and when I say ‘a’ martini I do in fact mean one single martini of ordinary size and strength. So while I was having fun being drunk off my ass Kurt and our friends were having fun watching me just giggle at every little thing. We were going to go out to a movie afterwards but it took too long at the restaurant, so we went to our friend’s house and played Balderdash. I love the game. In the original game one person reads a word off the card and the others write down a definition to try and bluff the others into thinking it’s the real thing. The person that read the word writes down the real definition. All definitions get read and each person tries to guess the real one. In the version our friend’s have they also have movie titles, dates, initials, and names. The last round was a date. Kurt won the game and then announced that he knew right off that all the dates were never about big events or famous people. He started to go through the box in order reading each date and what happened. After the third card I grabbed the box and pulled a card from the middle with the attitude of, “I’m going to end this now!” I looked at both sides before saying, “Ok, November 16, 1960, and remember it’s never anything big or anyone famous”. “I don’t know” he says. I answer, “Clark Gable died.” After that we played a game of poker and I won.