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Friday,
December 31, 2004
NEW YEAR'S EVE
Getting ready to party
Or as much as I party these days, anyway (where oh where did the days go when I would get so smashed I'd rip my best friend's bathroom towel rack out of the wall and crack his toilet seat in my drunken hurling? When I would go running down the street so fast that nobody could catch me? When I would climb on top of the icy garage roof to say hello to the New Year while Mom screamed out of the bedroom window to get my stupid ass off the garage roof before I slipped and broke my neck? Ah, happy times).
Serious inebriation was not in the cards tonight, which is fine because hangovers suck. Instead, we went out to Fort Worth where my friend and fellow writer Jeff was throwing a NYE party. The party itself was lovely -- we arrived just too late to see Jef's toddler daughter Merry before it was bedtime, so we slung our offerings in the coolers out back and started chatting with the gathered folks. Said folks included members of Jeff's fencing cadre, coworkers from Microsoft and college buddies, and since I knew a could of the people we had a good time hanging out and talking.
Better yet, Jeff has a pool table in a room just off the living room. You know me -- Miss Pool Nut, so I managed to score a couple of games with some of the attendees. And let me tell you, it's a bitch to line up a shot when you have a knot of somewhat inebriated women sprawled on the floor, giggling and writing journal entries, but I did my best.
And I have to say, I really, REALLY like Jeff's house. One of our biggest complaints about houses down here is that they all seem to be built on open plan, which is a pain in the ass if you want to run a game while your beloved spouse wants to watch TV. Jeff's place is broken up into discrete rooms, however, which was really nice. Considering that the downstairs neighbors are still playing something with a heavy repetitive bass beat at all hours of the day, a house is sounding better and better -- as soon as we can get guaranteed employment for Lyndon, we're gonna start doing some househunting.
Anyway, midnight rolled around, as it does, and we all drank toasts and kissed our significant others. About then, though, we both realized that we were getting a bit tired, and it was going to take an hour to get home if we drove carefully and avoided the drunken assholes on the road, so we made our apologies and headed home. Got there in one piece, obviously, and Lyndon headed off to bed while I decided to visit the weight room. Didn't actually get anything done, however, as a pair of teenagers were necking in there -- not one to cramp romance, I decided to walk around the complex a couple of times, then call it a night.
Yes, my life is just that exciting. But I did go to a party, and got home in one piece, so it's all good. Hope y'all had an equally pleasant and safe New Year's Eve.