
So, my new years celebrations started with good friends, good food, good drink, and the hoofed-leg of an animal (from Spain courtesy of Almu).

The meal preparation duties were delegated- Jorge: "I'll make spanish torteia, hey girls make dessert, Patel- make duck, Jorandro- pour drinks" "Tim, you carve the jarmon!" Okay...
I may have missed my calling... When the desk job falls through- I'm becoming a butcher!
Well dinner and drinks ran a bit late, and at 11:50 pm it was starting to look like we were going to celebrate New Years on the tube...
With about a minute to spare we made it off the train and celebrated in the streets with fireworks and about a million other crazy wankers!

Good times! and Happy New Year!
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy....
ReplyDeleteLooks like you had a lot of fun.
Lots of love from your Everett Mom.
Julie