New Years eve can most easily and accurately be described as pure debauchery. It is a well known Brazilian tradition to wear white on New Years. It signifies rebirth as we gracefully transition into a new year. Others may choose to wear yellow for money, pink for love, or red for passion. I was tempted to throw on a red regalia, but I thought the color might clash with my sunburned forehead…so white it was! Our night began with a warm up at the house…you know a few capirinhas…a little dancing…the usual.
Then we rendezvoused with Jano at a friends house near by to do a little pre-gamin’ before we unleashed ourselves onto the packed beach party celebration. The host of party surely must have been playing a cruel and devious joke on the attendees due to the fact that she whipped up one of the most potent garlic spreads in the history of party snacks and served it up generously to all the guests. By the time we arrived at the party it was garlic breath city and there was no turning back. You could imagine the look on my face when one of the garlic eaters proposed that everyone kiss on the lips after the countdown…I pretended I didn’t hear.
We spent the rest of the night dunk stumbling around the beach that was packed with over a million people. I won’t say who, but someone accidentally gave my wallet as a peace offering to the ocean…goodbye wallet, you were all that I hoped you would be…tear. Anyhoo, I topped off the night by praying to the porceline god for a good hour…and then when there was nothing left to throw up I hobbled off to bed…and then of course...
...breakfast at 4pm the next day…we keep it classy folks.
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