Friends, Fried Food & Freakin 22's

Ok, so it's officially 2008 now. It didn't even feel like Christmas, and yet it slipped by along with the passing of a nightmare of a year. Good friggin riddance.

Between the cake disasters, underwear crisis, and other wedding nightmares... not to mention the wedding itself... jeeeez.
Glad it's done... bad as it was, it's legal and it's over.

Onward and upward.

Me, I looked at it for what it was. A good reason to have friends over, eat a bunch of fried crap, drink way too much, and loose my ass at poker.
Check. Check. Check. And check. I accomplished every bit of it.

As with any other weekend or holiday, our casa was just brimming full of folks on New Years Eve to ring in the New Year. We always have plenty of crap to do which amuzes us... I mean, seriously... how hard is it to amuze a drunk?? The cursing parrot kept us occupied for a good hour or so.

I made a plethora of nastily perfect deep fried goodies and other finger foods along with homemade dipping sauces. (My marinara is muy excelente).


My lazy ass even went through the hassle of setting all this crap up buffet style, which ain't an easy thing to do with a bunch of brats (i.e. teenagers) running around trying to get into it before it's all done. But, I dished out beatings and yelled enough that the backed off the food until the buffet was set and I got a picture.... for what is good food for if not but to make pictures of it???


Note the cutsie foo-foo little finger sandwiches... Aren't they just adorable??



Yah, enough with the food. I sucked down my share of cold beer (Mich Amber, of course) and Big T inhaled his Jack n Cokes, while Holly & Mario partoook of Segram's and Cranberry stuff (fucking ewww).

So. After we got bored of playing karaoke and driving the kids nuts with songs they had never heard of ever, we decided to play BlackJack, followed up with dealer's choice poker.


If it had been strip poker, I'd have been close to fully dressed, I actually did pretty good. I managed to keep all my chips and then some. Look out Texas Hold 'Em championship... if you switch to strip poker, I'M THERE!!!!

Anyhoo, Mario, God bless his heart, couldn't bid a hand of poker if he had poker brilliance or even the slightest bit of good luck.

Sorry brother, fact is, you suck. Don't go to Vegas, Atlantic City, Tunica or any other casino town. You'd loose your house, your cars, your money, your family, not to mention your ass. Face it, you need your ass.

How is it one can suck so bad?? Well, it's those fucking 22's. He didn't know when to hold and let the deal bust. Oooops. I started throwing extra bets in that the poor boy would hit 22. This would be how I doubled my money. Which pissed him off.
He sucks, I don't. Haha.