It wasn't all party hats and dancing! Our New Year's Eve had two parties and we didn't wear hats or dance in the first one at all!
Our Cork Popper pal Barb invited us over for a few afternoon heavy hors d'oeuvres. I would call a 12 pound ham a heavy hors d'oeuvre. Very heavy!
She also had fondue, cheesecake, crudites, deviled eggs, bacon water chestnuts, fruit, chips, meatballs and a million other things I can't remember now.
She also made a killer punch for those of us not drinking wine. Half of everything -- big 7-up, big Vernors or other ginger ale, half-gallon ice cream and bottle of rum (yes, half of it all). So pretty and tasty, too!
We left stuffed! And fortunately, not in bad shape because we had another gig that night!
At eight we boarded the Michigan Princess riverboat for a New Year's Eve bash that included dinner, dancing and a performance by Root Doctor, a wonderful blues band. (Cue the Music)
It was a festive evening and the men dressed to celebrate.
We all did!
Everyone said Rick wore his hat very well!
Dinner was served and after Barb's feast, it was pretty grim. The bar service was unbearably slow. Of course, we were still pretty full and neither of us really wanted to drink all that much, so that was OK. Well, OK enough -- we weren't the only people at this party! But we all had a terrific time!
(If you like the blues, let me recommend Freddie and Root Doctor -- check them out on youtube as Freddie Cunningham and Root Doctor Band. I've known Freddie for all the time I worked at the TV station -- he'd be singing in the rafters while setting lights. The band has been going for I'm thinking 20 years and performs all over Michigan.)
At midnight, the balloons we'd eyed in the ceiling earlier in the evening dropped.
There was Auld Lang Syne, champagne and loads of wishes for the new year. And, I might add, so far, so good!
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