I peeled the label off a bottle of champagne and announced that I was going to try to use a knife to "saber" the bottle (cut the top off of it!). Grant taught me how to do it back in July of 2006, and it's been my go-to "party trick" ever since! Right as I was warming up, Amanda said that she wanted to try doing it!
A little before midnight, everyone left whatever little corner of the party they were in and headed to the main room to bring in the New Year together. Me and Cyn.
A couple days after the party, we all received an email from him with a link to a surprise video he'd edited together with all the clandestine hula hooping video he'd shot. It. Is. Amazing. My favorite part is the highlight reel of everyone throwing their hands up and leaning that starts around the 1:45 minute mark (right after Siege does the "white man's overbite") and just keeps getting better. (PS - Make sure you check out Ellen's sideways "tit-sway" at 2:14. Amazing.)
On Saturday I got my suit back from the dry cleaner. The ties I'd dropped off were returned to me in a bag that looked like they had custom illustrated just for me.
...and took the golf cart out onto the empty course for some eagerly anticipated High-Speed Drunk Driving on the Totally Empty Golf Course (highly recommended, btw) and watched the sunset. Haha. Yay, Christmas in Florida!
On Wednesday night I went over to the new New Museum on Bowery for some art opening party that Leigh was hosting. There was a huge line around the block outside, but baby girl came downstairs and escorted me in. Awww, fwiends. On the elevator ride up to the top floor, we made faces in the mirror behind the crowd.
Cleaning out the basement took a long time because every time I'd open a box to play "toss or save," there'd be a million interesting treasures inside! Like my dad's old fencing helmet from college!
My dad's parents, Hank and Connie Battjer, with my cousins Chris and Steve. The one on the bottom is me blowing out birthday candles with my cousin Chris watching (and looking like a bug).
Also found a bunch of fantastic old photo albums. I snapped a couple of pics of my favorite pics. Here me with my parents and brother. I think this was from my 5th birthday - which would make it August 1981.
The next sequence of photos does a fairly awesome job of summarizing what happens pretty much every time I attend a wedding. Oh yes, there will be dancing.
Later that night we went across the street to visit Greg who was djing at Bowery Electric. We brought along a sprouty lil' bulb of garlic that we found in Leigh's fridge. He was sorta steenky!
After getting back into Manhattan we stopped at our favorite Japanese restaurant to try to improve our mood with a tasty meal. I also tried to entertain Meredith with my "orange glasses."
Awwww, me and my favorite NJ-ladies! In order to show some home-state pride, we decided that we were going to try to spell out N.J. with our bodies. After that not working at all...
...we asked ourselves what we could spell out with three letters to represent NJ. How about EWR? (Newark's airport code!). Hahaha. We reviewed this photo and decided that while Sarah nailed her "E," Leigh and I definitely needed to tighten up our sloppy WR situation.
