Big Kids

We had a pretty fantastic New Year’s Eve.

Started out with a big ol’ dinner at home.

The fiance was wanting to go out for a fancy dinner.   But it’s not cost effective to go out drinking at a nice restaurant.  And sobriety wasn’t part of our plans, so I convinced him we could do dinner at home.

I made some bread

I am always PETRIFIED to slash a loaf.  This is the first time I managed to really do it. This bread was SO GOOD.  It also took forever.  Worth it.

We had bread with roasted garlic, balsamic, and olive oil.  Plus some pickled asparagus

The fiance had NEVER had pickled asparagus.  A ton of asparagus is grown in right by where I grew up, so I just kinda thought everyone had it.

Then we had salad

The croutons were made from the bread I baked the other day.

Our main meal was pasta and green beans.  Hello browned cheese

There is pasta under the cheese-with a vodka tomato sauce and spicy sausage.

And we got our drink on

Then we were off to the Arlene Schnitzer Hall.  It’s got a big purty sign, that gets used in pictures of Portland a lot

It was raining like crazy, which is I think what the dots are in the picture?

Inside is gorgeous

We got some drinks (and um, a soda for the flask we brought, not going to lie)

And took really good pictures of ourselves

And found our seats.  Upper balcony cause we forgot to buy tickets until last week.  Whoops.

The show was great.  My 16 year old self squeeled a little at hearing “Sympathique”. (The song was on a Starbucks compliation cd at one point-which is where I first heard of them-and I remember driving to Starbucks to buy it with my friends at lunch the week I got my drivers license.  The chorus, translated, says “I don’t want to work, I don’t want to eat, I just want to forget about it, And for now, I’ll smoke”.  Loves it.)

And then at midnight it got BETTER

How?

THIS HAPPENED

That’d be Luis, from Sesame Street.  Singing with Pink Martini.

At this point my two year old self joined the squeeling party with my 16 year old self.  Which is funny, because when I was a preschooler and met Luis, this was my reaction

See that face?  That is the face a child makes when they’ve been told stuff on TV isn’t real.  AND THEN THE MEET SOMEONE FROM TV.  My mind was BLOWN.  I would not smile.  I just kept going “he’s real!

So yeah, awesome New Year’s

How was yours?

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13 responses to “Big Kids

  1. you’ve become quite the bread baker lately!

    pretty funny pic! our new year was very boring and nothing exciting happened.

  2. You guys are too cute! I am so impressed by the bread and by the flask idea.

  3. I shall never doubt a drunk text from you again.

  4. The bread…and the cheese…it looks amazing!

  5. That meal looks amazing! As does the concert. Happy New Year!

  6. looooove the schnitz! we just saw brandi carlile there from the FRONT ROW… pretty much one of the best nights of my life!

    i’m glad you got to ring in the new year squealing like a child =)

    happy new year!

  7. That bread looks delicious!

    Gotta love the last picture. So adorable!

  8. wow your homemade bread looks fantastic!
    aww that last picture is so cute!!

    happy 2010 🙂

  9. It sounds like you had a great time! You were such a cutie when you were little! (still are lol)

    Happy New Year Chicki!!!!

  10. What a lovely home cooked meal! I am glad you had soo much fun!

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  12. What a classy and fun way to ring in the new year! Love the “throw back” photo of you! AWWWwwwwww (breathe) wwwwwww

  13. You made that loaf of bread!!!!! It looks perfect!!! Wow!!! I am impressed 🙂

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