Italian Wedding Soup, Bitches

A friend of mine was just talking about a few people that she doesn't care for, and declared, "I think they should all just get together...and eat SOUP!" Naturally, I just stood silently waiting for an explanation. She elaborated - "I hate soup". Ahhh. Of course.

So it's been a while since I've blogged - and that makes me a jerk. I'd like to thank Danielle (SHA Class of '98, represent!) for mentioning my blog and reminding me it existed. Coincidentally, I'd also like to thank Isaac Asimov for reminding me that the laws of robotics exist, and for very good reasons. Back to the drawing board, Tik Tok 2.0. Vengeance will still be ours....

(He's hiding in the trees outside your house RIGHT NOW)

So what's up? How's 2010 treating you? I rang in the New Year back in Buffalo with my sister and my friend Katy.

To be more specific (I know you love details!) we were in the town of Akron, NY. Akron isn't a huge town, and there is a lot of open space and farmland. So needless to say I was interested in what kind of New Year's celebration they put together.

We went to the main town square and joined the masses. As the countdown began, I caught a glimpse of the "ball" that was dropping. It was an empty oil container that someone had covered in lights, and it was being lowered by a crane until it was parallel to a sign that read "2010" and looked like it was cut out of construction paper. Don't believe me? Here's the end result, and the first few moments of 2010 CAUGHT ON TAPE:

So, in summation: Best. New Year's. EVER.