This holiday has always been among my most favorite. No other human holiday provides an equal opportunity for debauchery and reflection. Since I relish both in nearly equal proportions, I'm quite a happy camper come December 31st. In fact, the entire week between their Christmas holiday and New Year's Eve are quite enjoyable.
The week began at my Uncle Matt's house in Milwaukee. My uncle Mike was there too, it was lovely.
Friday began with a lovely breakfast courtesy of My Master and Nemesis; My Nemesis, in a rare moment of brilliance (His only? It's debatable.), stumbled upon this lovely thick bacon from a place a few of my cousins work at, although not the Logan Square location he frequents. If only he knew I could get that bacon for free. Ah, the dog's life, when you're an international man of mystery in a dog suit.
The evening started about 6pm at My Master's house. We all met and started drinking a bottle of Cook's champagne. Now, I realize that none of the people assembled have a tongue for champagne like mine, I seriously doubt any have ever even tasted a nonvintage Dom. God. So Cook's it was. I was lucky enough to only be offered a tiny dribble, even that was plenty enough to remind me of just how cheap and terrible champagne can be. Don't let my size or glossy coat fool you, I've toured the Champagne-Ardenne region extensively, and still have a case of vintage 88 I bought from a local vinter. This celebration didn't nearly warrant such a treat.
We went to a local taqueria right around the corner for dinner, Zacatecas. I must laud My Nemesis for his constant obsession with taquerias is right on point. My roommate Nathan was properly named Jesus, which gives me full rights to continue my role as Judas.
After everyone left me, I snorted ounces of cocaine at a party with hundreds of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I crawled back home in the early hours. I slept for two days after.
I now need to concentrate on my New Years Resolutions. I see big things happening in 2011.
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