Le French Toast

After a late night ride and pleasure cruise to Darrio's, Eric and I decided to make a New Years Eve breakfast. He arrived at 8 and we got to cutting, dicing, mixing, and shooting.

Yep, those are egg yolks. The French (like the deserve a Capital letter) Toast called for one egg and two egg whites. Be damned to waste the things. It was probably the smoothest shot I ever did. It felt like swallowing cube of jello, or a really soft bouncy ball. Along with about 12 potatoes, we made a meal out of it. We didn't finish all of them, but we were ready for naps once finished (plus Richie Rich was the only thing on the boob tube). Oh, I must mention that Eric ate before he came over too. He is fat. Sinner.

It was a good way to spend the last morning of the year. Now it's evening, and I am feeling lame. I don't know what to do. I am torn between partying, doing nothing, and just riding all night. We'll see what she brings -- the night that is.

I did a quick logo for P&C for a Worst in Gear award. Andrew and I correlated an idea and then I finished it up. You have to see the winner too. Jank. I can't take much credit, it was Andrew's design, pretty sweet, I just put the butter on it. mmmmm butter.

Yay gluttony!