I bet my New Year's was more awesome than yours

On New Year's day, Adam and I wandered around the neighborhood and stumbled into our favorite brunch spot around noon.  Besides a greasy man who was still at the bar from the night before and a few staff, the place was dead.  We consulted the only person who would know where the eff everyone was, the bartender:


Adam: "wow, where is everyone?  we thought we woke up late at 11:30."


Bartender:  "ya know, New Year's was on a Thursday night so everyone really went balls out.  They are probably still sleeping after being out until 4:00 AM."


Me: "yea, I guess when you go to bed a HALF HOUR after the ball drops, 11:30 is an acceptable time to arise."


Um, I wasn't exaggerating.  There were free drinks and fireworks happening 15 blocks from our apartment and we had big plans to attend.  Then, we fell under the spell of a comfy couch, pjs, beef wellington, cappuccino flavored liquor, and The Jersey Shore.  A deadly concoction indeed... especially when the beef wellington had little hearts on top...

and JWoww* wore sparkly panties and fishnets to the club...


HELLO?!  Undies with her nickname in SPARKLES!  If I was a club goer, I would wear this.  Since I'm not, I must go craft myself a pair and sport them around the apartment.  Seriously. 

(screen shot of the episode on MTV.com)

Maybe next year we'll go "balls out" and go to brunch at 2 in the afternoon?  As long as I can wear my sparkle undies as pants, I'm there.

*ok, I'm talking about the Jersey Shore cast like we are besties.  Deal with it.