New Years Eve-Eve

After A LOT of discussion, research, planning, more discussions, more research and re-planning… the group finally decided that for New Years 2009 (NY09) we would revisit our old stopping grounds and go back to where it all began: Austin, TX.

The Group (pictured above sans me, Berko and Josh) met up on New Years Eve-Eve and immediately got to it. In Austin lingo, of course, that meant deciding whether to eat at the Trudy’s on 30th or Chili’s on Lamar (the only two viable options). Fortunately we had already made plans to go to Trudy's, so we did not have to play the “Voting”/“Abilene” game for 30 minutes like we usually do in order to make any type of decision. So after taking pics in our NY party hats, and grabbing a party cup, we head out to eat.

As all Longhorns and Austinites know, at Trudy’s there is a Mexican Martini two drink limit. And unless you are planning to do the Trudy’s Trifecta (where you meet your two drink limit at each of the three Austin locations) you have got to get in and out of the resturant fast or you will certainly lose your buzz by the time dinner arrives. For this reason we were a little hesitant when we were told there would be an hour to hour and a half wait for a group of 10 people. Who knew seating large parties at Trudy’s was a problem? ...Uh, Everyone!

Luckily, Lisa (who is always looking for a deal) had eagle eyes that night and was able to find us a table in the downstairs bar within 10 minutes. So we ate and drank and there was general merriment…

From there we went to 6th Street and, as anybody who hasn’t been to downtown Austin in awhile will do, we all went a little nutz! Here’s what I can remember (see pics below): cab ride from Berko’s with the French-speaking Arab driver… Rumplemintz shots at The Library… Beer and pictures… Flaming Dr. Pepper Shots at the only bar in Austin that will still do them (the name escapes me now)… Dancing FOREVER at the bar with the glass floor and no ceiling… My feet hating life and me… More shots coming from who knows where... Walking in the most painful shoes across Austin 4th street… Crying with Matt Smith about my fears… More beers and pictures… Walking back from to hotel bare-foot… Hepatitis B in my feet (not really)… Post Party turns Dance Party turns Try-To-Rip-Off-Jason’s-Clothes (literally) Party in the hotel… No More Pictures…

Needless to say, the next morning I was feeling too hot!