BOOM BABY! I am back after a blundering cold. A knock to the sinuses and a frog in my throat kept me bed ridden since boxing day. I am still left with the remnants: a dry stubborn cough, and a lethargic body. I’ve been pumping my self with everything from vitamin C to cold FX to cocktails prepared by a natural path. 


I am on the mend and beginning to get my clarity back. In the mist and fog I walked into walls, bumped my head more times that I can recall, and took one too many tumbles over things that were not necessarily there. I rarely ever get sick, so this lingering flu or whatever it was definitely threw me for a loop. 


In lieu of this cold I ended up staying in for NYE.  Sadly the sparkle dress remained on its hanger, and the patent leather shoes stayed snug in their box. There were no fancy dinner reservations, or cab hailing, but rather take out Pho soup, and cozy pyjamas. 

Chicken Pho

They say how you spend New Years Eve is how you will spend it, so bring on the delicious soup discoveries and cheesey romantic comedies. 

I was in no shape to go out, and because we just got back into town we had ZERO groceries. We needed take-out and we needed it bad. Of course we waited until around 8 o’clock before we got our act together. We were flip flopping over different plans, from friends parties to candle lit dinners, but ultimately I was just in no shape to go anywhere. I didn’t even get dressed to pick up take-out. Pathetic right? 


We called around and everything was closed, or closing. I thought NYE was a bust, and sat arms crossed on the couch and pouted like a small child. “This NYE is a stinker” were my exact words. 


Just when I had lost hope I hear “get your coat we’re going”. 
“where are we going?” I ask. “Dartmouth” – he says as he hops into a pair of shoes, and pressed down his hair. 


Pho Hoang Minh Vietnamese Restaurant to the rescue. Somehow this place was still open, and BUSY at that. Numerous tables were full of people laughing and enjoying their new year’s eve when we walked in like we’d been through a war to pick up our soup.