This was the Tullytown New Year's Eve Dinner Party (Luke's idea to call it a Dinner Party).
Thanks to Thai Majestic we dined on Chicken Fried Rice with Cashews (not for Deb though), Pad Thai Duck and a plethora of Spring Rolls, with a bottle of Hope and Cheer for mum, and lemonades for everyone else (Adan's first alcohol free New Year, thanks to antibiotics).
A sumptuous feast complete with candlelight, party hats and party hooters. We were probably the earliest hooter blowers in the neighbourhood (it WAS just after 6 pm after all) but figured none of us would be up at midnight to herald the New Year so we might as well "go off" while we could. We all enjoyed (well, maybe not Adan- I think he "endured") our New Year's Eve Family Party, and then the kids settled in for the movie marathon on Austar, while me and my Zibbibbo curled on the couch and watch Parkinson (and I'm not even 40 yet.....) Adan groaned quietly on the corner of the couch somewhere, until I gave him more drugs. Memories of past New Year's flashed through my mind briefly and I still struggle to know HOW on earth I ever had that much energy to stay up and play that late into the night.
What is this 'Zibbibbo' you speak of ?
ReplyDeleteGood to see that Adan was fit enuf to be UP and participating in the wild and fun family dinner party.
I think I desperately need to consider trying to do something next NYE...something, anything..and it doesn't have to include staying up till midnight.
Brown Brothers Zibbibbo. Has to be VERY chilled. Tastes like grown up soft drink with a gazillion bubbles.
ReplyDeleteI think that's one of the first NYE's we HAVEN'T actually done anything...and its sad to say,I thoroughly enjoyed it. I think the shingles Shingled all the fun out of me.....
This isn't funny...but that's never stopped me in the past (and you should know, we worked together)BUT...
ReplyDeleteCan you buy Zibbibbo at the Shingle Inn ?
Mmm...not sure - does the Shingle Inn sell alcohol? Did you know, by the way, that Rita worked at the Shingle Inn (the original one in Edward St) when she was a young free and single girl way back when.....? I guess I was always destined to get the shingles really...
ReplyDeleteAs they all wait for the lasagne to finish cooking - I dashed down to check the blog status...that is VERY interesting that your Mum was one of those Swedish dressed waitresses...the Shingle Inn is considered a big part of our family's folklore...up until recently my Dad delivered 2 Shingle Inn slab cakes per week...and I am NOT exaggerating.
ReplyDeleteYes, the swedish waitress outfit must be packed somewhere with the rest of the inheritence items...Mum just shakes her head when she walks past those Open Air Shingle Inn-by-name-not-by-nature turnouts at shopping centres. I can remember her taking me into the BIG city as a little girl and going to that dark, mysterious and wonderful smelling Shingle Inn for a slice of the most amazing cake ever..... its just NOT the same when I sit down at the one at Chermside Shopping Centre..
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