In just two short days, my youngest sister and I will be heading to Atlanta to ring in the new year. We're stocking up on supplies today, which I anticipate will include the following:
- 1 bottle of Jagermeister (this, apparently, is very important for the young'uns who will be in attendance at Meg's party);
- 1 bottle of Disaronno, because I like my drinks like I like my guy friends: girly and a little sour;
- 1 half-handle of vodka, found in my parents' pantry. What happened to the other half? I think it's because Chuck Norris roundhouse-kicked my dad in the face. That's why he drinks.
- 1 large salmon filet, to be prepared upon arrival at Meg's;
- 1 prepared package of spices, to be determined today (either ranch sauce with dried blueberries or Italian seasoning with lime and cilantro);
- Cheese, for eating. (Sidenote: Bobby Flay is my new crush. I had this dream about him rescuing me in a helicopter and flying me to his Mesa Grill for this uber-meal. I haven't stopped thinking about him since. Anyway, his show this morning featured many uses for cheese, including carmelized onion and Camembert quesadillas, blue cheese on grilled filet mignon dressed with an ancho chile sauce, and fresh ricotta with orange marmalade. Dios mio. He might as well have laid down naked on a table decorated in a slab of goat cheese. The things I'd do to him are criminal.)
- 1 bottle of Toasted Head Chardonnay. GHB introduced me to it, and I love it. Well, I love him, and the wine, well, it's a close second.
- 1 Really Awesome New Year's Outfit. There are several requirements to being Really Awesome: 1) the outfit must not be complicated with what I call "too much"; 2) the outfit must absorb spills without showing (for when drunky Peril comes out to play); 3) the outfit must enhance, not compete with, my mischievous yet vulnerable good looks. The search will commence this afternoon.
- Snacks. As everyone in my family well knows, there's no way I could make a 5-hour trip from Chas to Atlanta and not get a little food in my belly. Okay, a lot of food in my belly. Whatev. Quit judging.
- Some other side dish, to be prepared at Meg's.
- My skinny self. Because I have to try on a bridesmaids' dress on Saturday, and I can't be looking soft around the edges.
I'll probably be blogging light until after the New Year, when I'll post my famous "attainable" New Year's resolutions. Of course, my 2004 resolution to "vacuum" was resolved when I simply moved. Hey, no one said I couldn't bend the rules.
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