So we went to Vancouver B.C. (not WA) for New Year’s Eve. Vancouver is pretty cool. It has reasonable architecture, a marvelous waterfront, and some really weird birds.
In lieu of the sort of festivities you young people are all so in favor of, we stayed in and cooked short ribs.
They were delicious, and we didn’t have to listen to anyone shout “wooo!” at the top of their lungs, or vomit. I’m not a huge fan of vomit.
Here’s a picture of C sitting pensively at the dinner table.
Luckily that ominous atmosphere is just a trick of the light. Nobody’s life was tragically and bloodily snuffed out in the immediate aftermath of this picture’s being taken.
Happy New Year.