Happy New Year everybody!!! Oh, and while we’re at it–Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, and Joyous Kwanzaa! Sorry that Mr. Bunches and I have been absent from the blogosphere, and pretty much every sphere lately, but we’ve both been running around a lot these days. And unfortunately the holidays kind of got lost in the shuffle. So sorry to everyone who didn’t receive a holiday card from us this year–we promise to make up for it next year. In the meantime, consider this a picture greeting card for ya:
That’s Mr. Bunches and I at Rockefeller Center this year. That’s right–we took a quick trip to NYC in mid December and had a great time walking around the big city. So that’s our holiday card this year–bam. But thank you to everyone for your amazing cards . . .
Yep–that there represents many of the cards we received this year, and it’s a little sad for me to admit this, but what you’re looking at were also the ONLY Christmas decorations that made it up in our house this season. There was no tree, no stockings, no tchotchkis, no nothing. Pathetic, isn’t it? Let’s just say that lots of travel isn’t so conducive to holiday decorating, er, well, at least in our home it’s not (I’m sure a bunch of you out there have much better excuses to potentially not decorate and yet you still managed to make your homes festive and cheerful for the holidays. Well, kudos to you. Maybe someday Mr. B and I will figure out how to do it all too).
Okay, but enough about our pathetic lack of decor. Let’s move on to the real soul of this post: MO PROBLEMS. And for those of you familiar with Idiot Nation (from here, here, and here), you may recognize MO . . .
And his P.I.C. (that’s Partner-in-Crime for those of you in the dark on the cool-kid lingo), Fabio, . . .
Although, admittedly Fabio has lost a bit of his connection to his namesake since he trimmed his long, swarthy locks. But we’re digging the new look–whaddya think?
So yes, two of Idiot Nation’s finest came into town for the New Year’s weekend, and let’s just say things started off with a bang.
Yep, a bars-are-open-until-4-am-in-New-York type of BANG. Needless to say, I sat out this round. And thank goodness I did since the morning-after didn’t look so pretty . . .
But did that stop them?! Oh heck no! Friday night was only a warm-up. MO’s always ready to go, especially once he finds himself a new man purse . . .
Um yeah. Not sure what’s going on there. Moving on . . .
Besides our two Bachelors-in-Residence (yes ladies–they’re single and ready-to-mingle), we actually did have some real guests for our mini-New-Year’s-bash: Mr. and Mrs. Rockstar and Bunches Jr.!
But before we headed out to the bar, first we had to all get ready for the big night out . . . and let’s just say that Idiot Nation took it to a whole new level–a bow-tie level to be exact:
Like I said ladies–single and ready-to-mingle:
That’s 2012 in case you’re wondering. So once we finished with the boys’ photo shoot . . .
. . . it was time to play some games!
And after the girls dominated against the boys, they were sufficiently demoralized in time for a festive night out. Nothing like heading to the bars at 11:30 PM on New Year’s Eve, right? Aww yeah . . .
J.P. Bullfeathers ended up being our destination of choice (mostly because it was closest to the parking spot we found, but it also ended up being pretty chill–perfect for us). And since we only had a little bit of time before the big moment, we got right to work . . .
Party faces? Check.
Someone to kiss at midnight? For Mr. B and I–check.
For MO and Fabio? Not so much–they only had 30 minutes to find their lucky ladies . . . I tried to help by giving them a two-minute warning:
But unfortunately, only MO came away with a kiss at midnight . . .
But even though Fabio wasn’t quite as lucky, he still had a great time.
So there you have it! We survived Idiot Nation and our first New Year’s in Buffalo–kudos to us! And kudos to you for making it through this whole post–you deserve it. Anyone else kind of getting hungry for a Kudos bar? Do they even make those anymore? Maybe these two idiots can Google it?