Sunday, January 02, 2011

ringing in 2011

Things I learned during the wee infant hours of 2011:

1) Laotian Bucket Drinks: renamed the Fuck-It Bucket, this ingenious idea requires the following items
- one dollar-store toy bucket, the kind you used to use in the sandbox
- one mickey of your favourite whiskey
- one can of Red Bull
- a splash of coke for taste
- enough ice to fill what's left of the bucket
- plenty of straws
...Apparently, in Laos, these cost $2.50 USD.  Worth every penny.  As Mike said, before you realise it, you're about 25 shots in!  Also: delicious!  So, whenever someone lamented something from 2010, there was a general chorus of "fuck it!  drink from the bucket!"  Good times.

2) The worth of one's pyjamas is directly correlated with how close you are to them.  Case in point: we had a 45-minute walk home that night, in balmy 9-degree weather (Celsius, for my American friends) and two conversations occured.

a) glass v. rock
Me: I think I have a piece of glass in my boot
Nish: Are you sure it's not a pebble or something?
Me: No, it's sharp-ish, like glass.
Nish.  Well, if it's glass, we'd better stop; if it's a rock, suck it up.
Me: Nah, i'll just wiggle it to a place where it doesn't hurt.

b) feet v cab
Me: (after forty minutes of walking) That's it, I'm done.
Nish: what?
Me: I'm done.  This walking thing has lost its novelty.  If we see a cab now, we should just take it.
Nish: We're, like, ten minutes from home.
Me: yes, but in one minute we could in our jammies...
Nish:...*hails cab*

3) No resolutions this year.  As Jadek says, they set us up for failure.  Life changes will be made, including less junk food, more dancing and even more reading.

All the best in 2011, poppets!

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