Actually,
New Year's Eve was brilliant. Better than expected - and just what I needed after the shit that went down in Boise. Pitchers of beer, 90's-theme music, plenty of dancing, plenty of friends. Good-natured banter. Good-natured crowding of 5 people into one bench seat of a big truck.
I didn't take any pictures. This is probably for the best. I hope that y'all had a good one too.
Some choice moments:
E: We're on our way to your house, I'm at the bank right now.
The crop-duster: What are you doing at the bank??
E: I'll give you one guess.
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The crop-duster, on his first round of nahcos: Oh man, dude, these nachos are so gross. I am gonna regret this tomorrow.
The crop-duster, on his second round of nachos: Dude, I can't believe I'm eating this.
The crop-duster, on his third round of nachos: These aren't so bad, really. Who made them?
The crop-duster, on his fourth round of nachos: Uhhhgghhh.
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Discovering that even Skoal-chewing truck-driving dudely dudes like Feist.
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Getting down old-school style to Baby Got Back and also some KRISS KROSS. Being drunk enough to really enjoy KRISS KROSS.
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Spending time with E, in general. A mutual understanding that is easy and unassuming. Only a few words, really, but it's all I needed.
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