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No crowd bullshit...keeping it quiet.
Me, the girl, and (I think) 5 of our friends.
Thai green curry with whole chicken drumsticks from scratch, with a few twists...and baked.
Baked potatoes, Kumara, tomatoes, seasoned individually.
Some kinda funky pasta bake.
Honey/soy/sesame chicken wings, with just a little maple syrup.
HEAPS of mixed Mesclun based salad, dressed, with the aformentioned tomatoes through it, avocado, some double smoked cheddar, pomegranate, and pepper.
Tandoori chicken (see the chicken theme? No we really just went out and couldn't be fucked shopping around too much.), home baked, probably gonna throw on a premix butter chicken sauce with a few spices.
Rice, rice, rice.
Burrito wraps, Bread.
Indian snacks: Muruku (look it up) and garlic/chilli peas, spicy bhuja mix with sultanas.
Watermelon with cracked pepper...yeah probably seems a little weird, but I love it to fuckin' death.
Made my killer yoghurt based garlic sauce for whatever purpose it may serve.
I think we're gonna bake some corn cobs too.
Drinks...lotsa drinks, orange, cola and lemonade sodas, orange juice, mango & apple juice, two bottles of tequila (El Jimador and Jose Gold) a bottle of Malibu, leftover chocolate schnapps and butterscotch schnapps, bottle of black douglas I got given to me for xmas, whatever the undecided guy ends up bringing, some champagne, a case of blue "cruisers"...which some kinda deceptively strong girly drink that seem to turn your shit green the next day...and a case of cerveza.
Lots of weed.
Bunch of store-bought candy.
The pre-prep for the food is taken care of now (12:30am NYE here), the girl, myself and a buddy have been working our asses off...
Activity wise, I imagine there'll be a bit of cooking...
PS2, and PS3, dvds and games, tv timed to check out the fireworks, drunkness, wastedness, good food and company, pigging the FUCK out, hangin' with our peeps, my cool cat, my shitty cat, my lizards, and my rat.
Don't imagine a drunk NY fuck'll be outta the question when the guys fuck off and/or go to sleep.
S'it really.
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