Das Holidas

Christmas Eve was a bigger orgy than Thanksgiving. I was destroyed after the thanksgiving meal, I felt like a piece of crap I over ate so much. But this time was so bad Liepa and I both felt like we were going to barf, we were sprawled out in the living room before dessert was even served. The highlights included Christamas Cod, Silvija's Marinatated Mushrooms, and Liepa's Birch Branch.

Christmas Day wasn't quite as orgiful--Orange Glazed Duck and potatos baked in the drippings. Just as delicious, but not as plentiful.

Christmas II was good too, lots of gims came, including some I hadn't seen for ten years or more, who knew me from Soviet times, and reminised about me jumping out of their apartment windows and rolling around on the dirty side walks of Vilnius in 1988.

Several Party Days followed, all the way to New Years Eve, which was totally cool. Party at Aido place first, which was fun as always, lots of fun faces, and a host not neglecting to pour everybody doubles and triples, whether they like it or not! Bravo. The only bummer there is we were late leaving because of a drunk asshole who came with a friend of Liepa's who refused to leave when we were trying to make it to the Katedra for the fireworks. We were therefore a little late, but it was still crowded when we got there, people drinking and singing. Then we went to a club, New Orleans, which was cool, except nobody was impressed with my pants. They're pink. I bought them in Austria ant prikolo. I thought they would attract some glances, draw some attention, but if they did I certainly didn't notice. Possibly in addition to being pink they also make me invisible.