I feel like such a fuddy duddy. This is the first year I can remember not making it until midnight on New Years Eve. It's tradition for my twin sister and I to watch "Dick Clark's Rockin Eve." We put out a delicious buffet of finger foods for the festive evening. We graze on the food throughout the night as we watch incredible musical performances on t.v. before and after the ball drops,
I had every intention of sticking to my holiday routine, but my body had other plans. The fun started when my sister, niece and I, went out to lunch at a local Mexican Restaurant. We filled up on delicious tortilla chips, sour cream and salsa. For lunch we had combination platters of enchilada's and re-fried beans. I definitely ate too much and felt a little uncomfortable.
My niece had friends over to the house for a slumber party. The highlight of the party was basically pigging out all night while they watched movies.
I had been sick with the flu for fourteen days by the time New Years Eve rolled around. I just had a little cough left but was told by my doctor that I was no longer contagious. Since my energy was back, my sister and I decided to go down the street to a charming bar and restaurant for some cocktails. I should have known my immune system better after being sick, to tap her cool. I had around five beers throughout our stay, which hit me like a ton of bricks.
By the time sis and I came home around 8:30 P.M., I was exhausted! I tried to watch some of "Dick Clark's Rockin Eve" but couldn't keep my eyes open. I felt so disappointed and a little guilty for pooping out so early on my sister. She says she still had a great time watching the show and nibbling on appetizers, but I know it wasn't the same. I apologized profusely as I made my way upstairs to my bedroom.
I promise I'll make it to midnight next year sister, especially if I'm not just getting over the flu.
