Ringing in the New Year

I'm in beautiful Madison with the beautiful crowd of folks. We have seen the sights in town, enjoyed some culture at the art museum, and reconnected like never before...

Last night we had some drinks at a bar called Dexters down the street. At some point, we started calling old college friends with a joke that we'd play back then. With a thick Maine accent, we'd pretend to be the driver from a local pizza place called the Waterville House of Pizza (which they and everyone else called "WHOP"). We'd say, "Hello, this is ya WHOP driva out hea wit ya chicken pahm... Ah'm fuckin' freezin' out hea."

It still makes us laugh.