I’ve had my share of extravagant New Year’s Eves.
But this year was the craziest one yet.
There was booze and wild dance moves and fisticuffs and A ROUSING GAME OF SCRABBLE.
Franco and I stayed in because we’re old and that’s what old people do.
And you know what? It was awesome.
All you Olds out there know what I’m talkin’ about. As for you Youths, stay wild. Wear warm undies.
Franco wanted to try out the new cocktail toolset his brother and sister-in-law got us for Christmas. We got the table ready for some serious mixing.
Dental toothpicks included.
For dinner, we made another go-to:
FANCY PASTA FROM A BOX!
With sauce fresh from the jar straight to our mouths.
Let’s get the party started, shall we?
By the way, why yes that’s an airbed in our living room. We had guests a couple weeks back and kind of just never put it away. Because, AMAZING.
Cracked open the Scrabble set also gifted by Franco’s brother and sister-and-law. It’s like they know us really well or something.
Though we’d played with Scrabble sets as kids, we’d never played a real game before. Shocker, I know.
Modeling our new toy, totally aware of just how fucking cutthroat we, er, I would soon become.
With tunes from the record player I got Franco for Christmas. My dad, by the way, was in awe of this thing. When Franco unwrapped it on Christmas, my dad went from shock (“They still make those?”) to skepticism (“That won’t work!”) to straight up kneeling on the floor to take out the manual from the box before Franco could even get to it. His verdict? “Sounds better than the one I had.”
Don’t let this calm scene fool you. At one point we had to stop the game after I lost my shit when Franco used the tiles I was gunning for. He said something about “You’re too competitive why can’t we just play a fun game of Scrabble wah wah wah.” Rude.
Times Square countdown times.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
Franco ended up winning 299 to 247.
Then he won 267 to 237.
After we both studied some two-letter words he again won 312 to 280.
Yes, we’re obsessed. And yes, I’m pissed. One day I’ll prevail.
Lauryn Hill sounds great as ever on vinyl. The only lame part is this version doesn’t have the hidden tracks. I mean, that was only like 90% of why we got it but whatever. Still good.
Texting loved ones is soooo hard.
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