Undescended

Ronny kind of wanted to go to Times Square for NYE. I tried to convince him that it would be a really bad idea. We weren't able to head to NYC for the weekend, anyway, so it didn't really matter, but he was a little bummed about it. I told him we'd watch it on TV, and that you get to see more of the festivities on TV then you would if you were really there, anyway. So, we went by my friend Phil in Quincy. He had a couple other friends over, and made dinner. It was homemade chicken tikka masala. I LOVE tikka masala. Ronny can't eat spicy food (allergic to hot peppers), so our one trip to an Indian restaurant was a disaster. But Phil was making it non-hot, for several people's benefit, so it was perfect for Ronny to enjoy the flavor without the mouth-swelling after-effects.
Then we played Catch-Phrase. Ronny didn't participate. Language-based games are a little tricky for non-native speakers. Then we played Scene-It. Ronny again didn't participate. In addition to the language barrier, there's the whole cultural thing about whether or not he ever heard of these shows growing up in Brazil. A few minutes before midnight someone noticed we were about to miss the big moment and raced upstairs to the (very large) TV. By the time we got Dick Clark's party on, the annoying couples were already kissing in the square. We missed the ball drop. So, poor Ronny didn't even get to watch the dropping ball on the television. So, we poured the champaigne and had a typical gay fashionably late New Years moment. I suggested doing the countdown anyway, even though we weren't really counting down TO anything. It helped bring the spirit back to the moment, even though it was 12:03.
There were these nice (probably expensive) metal DDR pads on the floor in front of the couch, so we ended up playing a little Dance Dance Revolution. Ronny joined in for that one! It's really not that hard, but I kept missing the down arrow behind me, which throws off your timing.