New Year, Old Friends
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
We had such an awesome New Years week. One of Alex's childhood friends from Toronto, Pat, and his wife Jenn, flew down to escape the cold cold weather up north. But let me give you a little bit of the back story. Jenn officially holds the title of Best Wife of the Year. Pat's 30th birthday fell on New Year's Eve and she had the wonderful idea of surprising him with a trip to Tampa. So about 4 months ago, she put her plan in motion. She purchased air fare and kept the secret until the day before they were to fly down. It would take me 5 paragraphs to tell you about her elaborate plan, but the bottom line is that she totally shocked him, packed his bags, and got him down to Tampa. It's always good time hanging out with these two, never a dull moment.
Our first night playing Rock Band. I think we played for like 4 hours straight, taking turns on vocals and instruments. So much fun! Sidenote: Even though the Lightning were not playing the Maple Leafs, the boys decided to don their jerseys anyway. Made perfect sense. Sidenote 2: I love you Alex but you have got to be the worst singer ever. It's painful but somehow fun all at the same time.
We spent New Years Eve with Alex's family. I have to tell you guys about this crazy tradition. Every year, one of his uncle's hosts the New Years bash. It is that households responsibility to make something called "Año Viejo" which loosely translates to "Old Year". I'm not quite sure if this is an Ecuadorian thing or a South American thing, but it's crazy. Basically, the host chooses a disliked political or public figure from the past year. One year it was Bin Laden, another year it was Saddam Hussein. They make a life sized dummy, complete with shirt, pants, and shoes. They stuff the dummy with firecrackers, and at the stroke of midnight, everyone gathers outside for the burning of the dummy and the fireworks. It represents letting go of past mistakes and turning over a new leaf for the upcoming year. That's not even the best part.
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