So…… we’re going to a Russian Restaurant for NYE tonight.
Picture Russian Dolls, the Bolshoi Ballet and any short-cropped hair, droopy eyed, cigarette smoking Russian terrorist from a late 80s/early 90s action blockbuster all gorging on “fell off the back of a NYC delivery truck” import quota black caviar while guzzling premium vodka in between dancing to Russian techno music at a renaissance period furnished palace in the middle of a suburban strip mall.
Did I mention the liquor leader??
He’s the group-appointed coxswain or drill sergeant who makes sure the entire group toasts at perfectly timed intervals while commemorating everything from health to happiness to sexual vigor.
Here’s to the Russia I live in or as I like to call it, ‘Surviving Russia’.
To good health, endless happiness and strong like ox sexual vigor in 2012!