Happy New Year from Dublin where it is already 2014! We celebrated with a meal of tarragon chicken and green salad with a prosciutto melon starter, with See’s candy and brie for dessert.
(More on food Saturday! I am a glutton!)
But speaking of food,and joy, Dolphins eat puffer fish (aka fugu, the blowfish of careful sushi chefs and eaters) to get high. This behavior is seen especially in younger dolphins, according to zoologist Rob Pilley, who worked on the BBC documentary Dolphins: Spy in the Pod:
This was a case of young dolphins purposely experimenting with something we know to be intoxicating.After chewing the puffer gently and passing it round, they began acting most peculiarly, hanging around with their noses at the surface as if fascinated by their own reflection.
It reminded us of that craze a few years ago when people started licking toads to get a buzz, especially the way they hung there in a daze afterwards. It was the most extraordinary thing to see.
My past few New Year’s Eves have been really, well, not the best way to start the new year. But sorry to argue with Bono and U2–this year something changed on New Year’s Day!
SURPRISE! Like always, New Year’s Eve companionship (when I had it, because sometimes I escaped parties early and stayed with the dogs, may they rest in peace, so they wouldn’t freak out over gunfire) was excellent; but this year somehow got off to a more optimistic start and has stayed that way. Men revealed themselves to be gentlemen, as opposed to men who were uncovered as lying cads (those new years holiday 2005/2006 and 2009/10 sucked); women were kind and more beautiful than ever. Plus there was a high speed chase through the Valley televised around 9:30 as I rested at home after six-course dinner (amuse-bouche; oysters with caviar and champagne foam or truffled eggs for appetizer; followed by the temptation of either house smoked/cured sea trout or the best steak tartare I’ve ever tasted; a choice of butter poached lobster or prime New York strip; and to finish either cheese or chocolate pots de creme. yes, I went chocolate. (Best of all, my friend Skip was cooking along with Chef Tim at Papilles, which is my local dining hall, so it was pretty cool).
Skip’s wife Stacy runs a company called Iconic PinUps, and I boldly had her and her partner Carol shoot me as a pin up girl for my Krampus gift to myself (To offset the meals at Papilles, I now work out 3-5 days a week, and now have three part time jobs as opposed to one, so maybe the whole Obama economic recovery thing is actually working!).
I overheard the best thing last night as I waited for my dude roommate Mark Ebner to pick me up after my return to Papilles for the New Year’s Eve toast. A couple walked by me outside and the guy said:
And then she tore the bow tie off my face and I was ‘What the fuck?!’
Uh, maybe you shouldn’t wear a bow tie on your face?