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Man, I’m kind of glad that the holidays are over and done with and my house is fir-needle-free and there are no more seasonal celebrations to be had for a while. Down with festivity! Thirty-nine-and-a-half-foot poles for all!
Now I just need to make it through my work-related Macworld preparations then it’s sweet, sweet sailing . . . for about two weeks, then apparently there’s going to be this newborn in the house? Like, a tiny little baby? I know, it sounds crazy to me TOO.
I was lying in bed last night taking a breather from my vigorous wee-hour routine of repeatedly getting up to pee, eat Tums, and walk off the Jimmy Leg, when it occurred to me that Smalltopus could actually make his big appearance any day now. I mean, there’s no RULE that says he’s going to obediently hang out where he is until his scheduled arrival. And here I am, woefully unprepared—I’ve managed to unearth Riley’s old baby clothes, but they’re just lying on the floor in a big heap. We have no newborn-sized diapers! No bottles! No attempt has been made to get the carseat out of the garage and the sawdust blown from its crevices!
Plus, my fingernails are too long. They were all pregnancy-dragon-lady-length when I unexpectedly had Riley three weeks early, and I had to cut them right away with clippers because OMG WHAT IF I SCRATCH THE BABY and there’s this photo of me holding his little feet and it would be such a cool picture except everyone always thinks it shows JB’s hands, because of my short-ass, MAN HAND fingernails. This time I should try and stay manicured at all times from here on out to a baby-appropriate length, maybe a nice squoval.
Clearly I’ve got a lot to do, what with the baby gear procurement and the nail filing and all.
Truthfully, I would really like to take a break between going on maternity leave and Smalltopus’s birth date, just a few days when I don’t do anything at all, because all the preparations have been done and I can just sit around and breathe and read a book or two and maybe see a movie, get a haircut. Here’s hoping.
In other news, I managed to stay awake until midnight on New Year’s Eve, with the help of a (forbidden, surely) mid-evening Red Bull. We watched Seattle’s fireworks show on TV, which was sort of hilariously awesome since the software that manages the fireworks’ coordination apparently went tits up and at some point you can tell someone in a full-body panic just hit the RELEASE ALL button and explosions started going off willy-nilly, completely non-synchronized with the music, spraying from the Space Needle in a giant spoogy premature ejaculation of gunpowder and lights. Go, 2008!
Tell me, what did you do on New Year’s Eve? Was it marginally less lame than sitting on a couch watching bad fireworks before immediately staggering off to bed at 12:05?
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Mine was just about as lame, only instead of bad fireworks, we watched Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve and went to bed at 12:10.
Stouffer’s frozen lasagna and pinot grigio. I was asleep in bed at 10:30. (And I wonder why I’m single…) Hee..
Your description of the Space Needle could not have been more accurate! I was asleep by 12:05, too, infinitely grateful we had decided not to go downtown only to be disappointed by non-firework action.
Happy New Year! It still blows my mind that you have so enough energy to write so often here … maybe I’m just inordinately lazy. Anyway, I spent New Year’s Eve engaging in activities which I can’t elaborate on here due to The Man possibly finding out. But it was much, much more fun than I ever thought I’d be having in Iraq on any holiday, and there was more nudity (not mine) (which is definitely, in this case, a good thing). Good luck on the giving birth thing!
Why, I did exactly the same thing you did!
We had a fantastic day leading up to the point where we were sitting on the couch watching bad fireworks (in HD). Matt had the day off work and we took a day off from parenting together, too. We dropped T off at daycare, had a leisurely breakfast out, picked up our new MINIVAN (!!!!) from the dealer, went to see No Country for Old Men, then browsed around the mall. I feel a little guilty for having had such a marvelous time without the kiddo.
I hung out with some people I don’t know very well, but like well enough and we didn’t drink, but ate a lot (mmmm chocolate fondue, I may marry you) and then we went to an old cemetery and used the kiln to burn a list of the things we didn’t want to take on with us into the new year. And then I sat outside and listened to people letting off firecrackers.
True story.
Hubby and I rang in the new year right, iffen you know what I mean. We were in bed by 11:00 and for some ungodly reason I didn’t fall asleep so I got to kiss Hubby at the stroke of midnight.
I asked him about the kiss the next day and he didn’t remember it. YAY 2008!
We ate lots, other had lots to drink, and had a ton of fun before I drove everyone home. Good times. Then we spent all of New Year’s Day in our PJs in front of a football game. More good times.
Hope you get everything done AND get to relax a bit before Smalltopus makes an appearance.
We did nada! Zilch! I remember the neighbor’s midnight illegal fireworks show waking me up, but otherwise all 4 of us were asleep by 11 pm at the latest! Booorriinggg!
But, I remembered last year, I was 38 weeks preggo, waiting to meet my boy, and just couldn’t sleep on New Years since he’d decided to give me the worst heartburn in my life! Thank God he showed up on Jan 4th, I just wish he’d been nicer about the heartburn! I still have flashbacks on the horror’s and how much Pepcid I took since Tums wouldn’t even touch the pain!
Kind of late in your pregnancy to mention this buttttttt I was watching Good Morning America and they said that The Jimmy Leg pregnancy thing is caused by low iron. And 1 in 4 pregnant woman get to enjoy it. Maybe you should eat some steak or broccoli or something.
We spent New Year’s Eve kid free (all 4 farmed out to grandparents). And then promptly did nothing…..sigh…. We are in the middle of a move and were just too tired to burn a calorie.
Happy New Year! New Year’s Eve is practically my only NOT LAME night of the year when I go to my friend’s for his annual party of drinking (alcohol or sugary drinks or both) and playing dirty versions of games and watching my loud friend get louder (and sometimes nakeder) as the night progresses. W00t.
I worked the night shift in the ER of our local hospital and thank *the deity of your choice* didn’t see a single overdose / unconcious teenage binge drinker / assault / firewoks burn / car accident. We ate rice crackers with bacon dip and drank red fizzy lolly water. So even though it wasn’t exciting, it was good.
re: baby prep
I have an plan for ya to think about.
JB gets one action item a day. Just one.
It’ll save you the panicky feelings.
And it’s just one thing a day- easy cheesy!
Did you watch the after-fireworks show where 5 couples got engaged in front of John Curley? After the first couple, I think, some guy out in the audience yelled “FUCK YEAH!!!” Yay live TV!
Although my train-wreck voyeur self would have enjoyed just ONE refusal. :(
Replace Red Bull with a few glasses of Coke, and I’m right there with ya. Actually we went over to some friends’ for dinner first, but were home by 9:30. HOOOOO-BOY!
We went out to a restaurant near our house and watched the twentysomethings get very drunk, while we quietly got mildly tipsy, then we walked home. Memo to the girl in the tiny fedora with the rhinestone hatband: 1) when you couldn’t stand up any more, at 10:30, and you sat down legs akimbo in the middle of the bar floor, and your little black dress was all up around your hips, that should have been your cue to stop drinking, if only because the concrete had to have been cold on your patootie, and 2) your hat reminded me of Kevin Federline – was that perhaps why you got so very drunk? I hope you got home safely, you poor dumb thing. It was cold out.
We even saw some fireworks on the walk home (at 12:15). However, I am not convinced this beat all the recent years, most of which were spent in pjs on the couch. It is entirely possible we will return to form next year.
I had my band over for drinks, and we watched TV. Except that there was no countdown on any channels, and so it was 11.59pm and I was nervously like “Um, guys? I don’t think they’re gonna do a countdown.” We waited a couple more minutes and then did our own countdown, started whenever the hell we felt like it.
Marginally MORE lame: Paul went to bed at 10:30, and I stayed up with a third grader. Watching Dick Clark.
We went crazy with a little fro yo, and went to bed but had to stay awake to watch that motorcycle guy jump over the football field.
Who, exactly, thinks that’s a good idea? “You know what I want to do? Propel myself six stories high on my bike and see if I can cross a football field before I come crashing down to earth and try not to die.”
I was asleep by 11. My pregnant arse couldn’t make it, but was able to summon enough energy to get pissed off at the lame ass fireworks in my red neck neighborhood for thirty minutes past the stroke of midnight.
I had my first baby 5 weeks early and by some stroke of pure luck (or pregnancy insanity) had my husband set the car seat up the DAY before my water broke.
Sushi and sex. That’s what I swear did it to me. There’ll be none of that the last month this time around.
Lame? Possibly. Awesome? Totally. Some friends that I haven’t seen in many a moon gathered together for a wonderful little part-ay. We drank wine, played Spanking Yoda (which, if you do not know this game, I suggest you go out and play IMMEDIATELY because it is awesome and you would be good at it), and generally laughed and chatted until 5 AM. At some point, we all received a bunch of “Happy New Year!” texts, so we knew it was midnight, but quite frankly, there was champagne to drink and oral sex to be discussed!
Seems like a lot of your readers are much unlike me: I am single (ok, ok, I’m in a relationship, but isn’t that considered ‘single’ on tax filings? Anyway…) and I don’t have any children, nor do I ever intend to have any. Just thought I’d mention that. Either way, I do like reading your blog. Highly entertaining.
I had people over for New Years Eve. We ate, drank, smoked some pot, and had a good time. The people didn’t leave until about 5am. I’d passed out on the couch at about 1:30am and woke up to say groggy goodbyes as they left and I crawled into bed.
I’m glad that I stayed in this NYE though. I’m sort of sick of partying.
Can you say somebody’s nesting. Don’t worry, everything will fall into place in time for the baby.
I may be able to beat everyone on the New Years Eve. I was stuck at work until 11:30, then I rushed home, watched the ball drop and everyone immediatly went to sleep where I was left wide away all-by-myself. So, don’t feel so bad, at least you had fireworks.
My new years was significantly More lame. Hubby and I were at my grandparents where we went to bed at … drumroll please… 940. Neither of us felt well enough to stay up. I didn’t even get a New Years kiss but at 330 am I heard him telling the puppy “Good Morning wigglybutt happy new year.” As he got up to take her for a walk. Humph. Oh well, just another day in my opinion.
I loved the Seattle fireworks.
This was my second year going to a big ol’ bonfire held near my neighborhood in New Orleans. Everyone drags out their Christmas trees into a HUGE pile and the 20 foot blaze goes up at midnight. Before (during, and after) that is a lot of crazy amateur fireworking which is chaotic, terrifying, and beautiful–picture a bottle rocket going off ten feet from where you stand, a gross of firecrackers behind you suddenly lighting up and sending a plume of thick smoke into the air, and bottles of cheap champagne hoisted about everywhere. My bf and I stood around, scared, smiling, and tipsy, then went home and didn’t sleep til 5am–take that 2007!
Mine was actually exactly as lame, but I also have a two year old and a baby due in three weeks, so I think a little bit of lameness was allowed. Anyway, hubs and I stayed up playing Mario Party on the wii until 11:50-ish at which point we drank sparkling apple juice in champagne flutes and went straight to bed. Got to watch my neighbor’s illegal fireworks show outside my window for a few minutes before I nodded off. Also, thanks for answering my husband’s question to me as we watched Dick Clark: what do people in other time zones watch? I had no clue, so I guess every big city does something?
We had a small party at our hourse but only those within walking distance came since it was snowing so badly the roads were not very drivable. We all drank just allttle and ate alot I made tons of good food. There was poppers at midnight then everyone left and we were in bed sleeping by 12:30 goodnight 2007. We stayed in PJ’s all the next day and layed around watching TV ah now that’s the life.
Actually I fell asleep at about 9:30 while feeding the baby (such are the perils of lying down to nurse the wee one to sleep!).
Omigosh, I wasn’t expecting the Smalltopus’ arrival to be so near. I was kindly of vaguely expecting you to stay pregnant for a few more months. Not what you want to hear I guess :)
Both of my kids were born in the first half of January, and I was on maternity leave starting at T’giving. Didn’t go back to work until both kids were 6 weeks old so I had 3 months off…..and I got paid. Mind you, that was 28 and 32 years ago. I was more than prepared for their births, tho. Actually, bored out of my mind, but glad not to have to get out in the middle of winter in all my hugeness to go to work. I see that women don’t take that much time off work now, and that’s too bad.
We went to dinner and a movie with friends, home by midnite. A quick happy new year’s kiss and nighty-night!
mine was fairly lame too, other than the early evening part of watching the kentucky football game that we could have lost in the LAST SECOND but somehow the three idiots standing in the endzone missed the ball they were trying to catch, (idiots on the other team) which was kinda how the entire last 2 minutes of the ballgame went, i swear, give a bunch of 2 year olds a food ball and you’d have a fairly decent replay, it was all throw the ball drop the ball fall out of lines with the ball give the ball to the other team then get it back and repeat. We actually lied to the kids and said that when the ball game was over (oh what 9-10pm) that it was happy new year and we went out and set off one fire work that took all of 15 minutes to light thanks to the gail force winds. one fire work, because between dad and I and a bucket trying to block the wind to set fire work number 1 taking 15 minutes, and the fact that durning those 15 minutes the 2 year old entirely lost interest in the whole fire work thing and got the blue nilly scared out of him when the thing started poping and screaming unexpectedly, we called it a night. Then spend the rest of the night lamely watching dick clark and stuff like that while making fun of miley cirus licking her lips/face. and then went to bed.
“squoval”. I love it. Next time I go to get mine done I’m gonna use it.
You crack me up.
we watched The Office. (on DVD) It was so fun! I love that show.
och, after fighting the mad crowds at the shop my friend and I finally made it back to her house to watch a dvd only to find the player was dirty so back to the insanity to purchase a cleaning dvd and then made Mexican for dinner while watching old Cary Grant movies until 11:45 when we switched the tele over to BBC airing from the Edinburgh Castle. Blah blah (I tune out the ramblings of the “hosts”) and then the fireworks. Kinda cool.
Then my friend drove me home and I chatted online with my sister in Seattle. Nice way to ring in the New Year.
Awesome! I had an equally lame for most people’s standards (yet completely enjoyable) pregnant New Year’s, too. I totally didn’t think I’d make it to the big midnight event. My husband and I watched the awesomely scary zombie-ish 28 Weeks Later, and when that ended we decided what the hell and we ended up watching Shoot Em Up with Clive Owen. God, how I love Charter’s on-demand movies. Anyway, I know you love Mr. Owen, so if you haven’t yet seen the movie (which I can’t imagine) then do that this weekend! It’s hilarious. We paused the movie for 5 minutes to watch the ball drop at midnight and then resumed the gory fun. Happy New Year’s!
Are you kidding? Mine would have sucked equally as bad except we had no fireworks around here. So what is one step below sucking? Being pregnant on New Years is crappy. Not to mention having a toddler in the next room who really doesn’t care that it is a holiday, so they still wake you up at 6:30am regardless how late you stayed up the night before. Rock on 2008!
My New Years totally sucked. My mom had to go to the ER on the 30th and I was with her until 5am, then at the hospital the entire next day. Came home exhausted and ready for bed but hubby talked me into wine and Blades of Glory, which did admittedly have some badly needed laughs. Went to bed at one, after watching a little bit of neighborhood fireworks, and then back to the hospital the next morning. They still don’t know what’s wrong with my mom, she’s totally out of it, and then on New Years Day night I got the worst stomach flu I’ve ever had. They say that whatever you do on New Years, you are doing all year. If that’s true, wake me up in 2009.
Very nearly the same. Only I wasn’t on a couch. At one point my husband mentioned that the space needle looked like it was peeing the way the fireworks were coming off in fine streamed arc off the one side.
red bull is totally allowed. your goose is totally cooked! :)
We went to a friends house – friends who do not have children – and ate a late dinner (who eats at 8pm? People without kids.) Then we spent the rest of the night living out our rock and roll fantasies playing Rock Band. It is my destiny to play fake bass.
The second kid is usually a couple of weeks early. I think it would be awesome if you gave birth at Macworld. Best demo evah!
I totally enjoyed our quiet NYE. I couldn’t sleep at all the night before (as in I finally fell asleep at 6:30am and had to be up for work at 7am), so when I got home from work at 4, I took a nap. My partner woke me up at 7 so we could watch a documentary on PBS, I heated up some taquitos, and we watched the documentary, HGTV, Drew Carey, and the countdown. I was forcing myself to stay awake, and when midnight struck, I turned to Rebecca and wished her a Happy Anniversary – and then giggled as I corrected myself and wished her a Happy New Year instead. Quick kiss, then I was fast asleep by 12:30, and quite content all around.
We’ve spent the last few years laying low at home, occasionally with a few friends, but usually just the two of us. Last year I made tons of appetizers just for fun, and we enjoy the quiet time together. It’s my favorite way to ring in the new year.
It was a quiet night on my end! (god does that make me sound old?) we did have an invite to a friends bar in nyc that was open bar/food for a decent price. but the thought of driving into the city (from nj) and dealing with tons of drunk people, drunking driving, lots of puking, and many who would probably grab my ass as well as that of my man…and we passed. although i suspect he rather would have liked the ass-grabbing. (ok, i do sound old. sigh. i swear i’m only 34!)
instead we went to out to dinner and saw Juno. which is my new favorite movie and everyone should go see it! immediately!!
and we were home and watched the ball drop on tv. and then we watched more episodes of law and order late into the night.
what? doesn’t everyone?
One game of SpongeBob Life…two games of Pass the Pigs (God I love that game, it’s so silly), 2 glasses of sparkling grape juice, one glass of spilled sparkling grape juice blotted up off carpet (immediately after I cut my son off), a cup of popcorn butter on the floor, a few tears thinking of things I didn’t want to be thinking of like this time last year, silly hats and crowns that ended up on the dog…that’s about it. Happy New Year.
Stayed up watching tv, hubby had to work the next day, so he went to bed early, and then around 1155 everyone started doing fireworks but the big guns came out at midnight including what sounded like an ar15 pretty close, and people with handguns shooting 9 round clips till they were empty. This is the first year no one got hit in several years though, so I guess it wasn’t as bad as last year……then after it died down and we crawled out from under the bed, we were asleep till 3 when someone blew up something loud. Or swat did an entry in the neighborhood close by, I don’t know.
Did I mention I live in a war zone in a sw state? Hating it here. ALOT! And will be gone as soon as I can retire. Which is not soon enough.
NYday was spent watching when good pets go bad, and when animals attack, and eating all day with my parents, and when the hubby got home watching the best places in america to find treasure, (maybe not the real name) all night. (Planning treasure hunting for a hobby during retirement!)
And that is all……
I went to a reproduction of Studio 54, complete with Man in the Moon and fire-eating and pasties and a girl on a swing, and it was all kinds of awesome.
Mr. S partied so hard that his ripped pants simply gave up and FELL OFF in two separate legs right before we got to our hotel room. Which I crawled to, in my disco dress and go-go boots, before waking up to the worst hangover in the universe. But it was worth it!
I rang in the New Year AT WORK after beating my way through the throngs of dirty hippies/fratty douchebags/drunken SEC fans in the area for various Atlanta New Year’s festivities. I have to say it was nice not to wake up hungover and hating life.
Happy New Year!
I shared a bottle of Pescaro (is that how to spell it?) with hubby and fell asleep. Woke up in time to see the Space Needle fireworks fizzle. Then couldn’t fall asleep again until 1:30 am.
About the nails…..I had full-on acrylics when my oldest was born, and had no problems handling the diaper changing thing. Don’t know why. I have a bigger problem with changing diapers and then washing my hands so much afterward. With son #3, I actually washed the moisture layer off my hands between diaper changing (and then washing hands), and food preparation (and washing before, after – and during – if necessary) and taking care of my own personal hygiene. My advice, invest in some really good hand creams (a daytime one and a before bedtime one) and a couple boxes of latex gloves.
I will give you a million dollars if you actually name your newborn “Smalltopus”. Of course, this will be made in 50,000 easy monthly payments of $19.95, so it won’t really feel like a million dollars. Also, I’m poor, so expect many payments to be either drastically late or missing completely..:-)
Seriously, though. Do you have names picked out yet, or are you just gonna wing it in the delivery room..?
I actually had the best NYE I have ever had in all my 33 years. Traditionally, I’m not much of a NYE girl–I usually think it an overrated holiday, and go the ~stay in solo and do my own thing~ route. But this year the fates had something different in mind, and I was Party Girl in the Silver Dress and the Sparkly Heels.
My new, hot man and I drove from Santa Barbara to San Diego to attend a huge, catered, open bar party at Jeff and Jake’s house; Jeff and Jake being old friends of mine from my living-in-Boulder days. It was a “dress to impress” affair, and that combined with the visit from the baby hawk on our 17th floor balcony…it was perfection in the form of 24 hours.
This is going to be a good year.
Well, my New Year’s consisted of sitting at home, alone, packing and preparing to move on the 1st. Then, I proceeded to have insommnia til 6am. It was awesome. lol.
Yeah, ah … no. Lame-O over here. Watched New Year’s Rockin’ Eve, had heart broken over Dick Clark’s declining state and fell asleep by 12:15 a.m.
We did have a lovely dinner of take-out from a local fancypants restaurant.
I’m really happy to see that a lot of people choose to stay home on this holiday and actually enjoy it. I thought we were just getting old and/or lazy (which still may be true), but we also stayed home by choice, watched Superbad (laugh-til-you-pee funny) and went to bed soon after the ball dropped. Oh, and Brian won $124 in online poker, so that was really cool too.
We celebrated my baby’s 2nd birthday that day and then were dead tired when the new year rang. Our close friends who attended Madison’s party stayed with us to celebrate with a chilled bottle.
I love your description of the Seattle fireworks!
We had a lame ass New Years eve our friend came over with his girlfriend who is all of 19, she drank two wine coolers and fell asleep on the couch!
We also went to bed at 12:05.
Festivus for the rest of us! Love it :)
Ah, we did basically the same thing. Though we did play some card/board games and watched the lame TV while sipping the last of the nog and eating copious amounts of junk food. We were in bed BEFORE midnight but we continued to watch TV until AFTER midnight so we did make it. Sadly we were asleep by 12:15a… Oy.
Ugh. I ended up taking a two week break before Matthew was born. My sister came to “help with the baby” that never came the entire time she was there – I was 2.5 weeks late and ended up being induced. I wished I would have just worked until closer to the end because sitting home waiting for your purported baby to arrives sucks in no uncertain terms. HOWEVER, it did give me time to relax and finish up last minute stuff so I guess there is some good in a break. I am still on the fence about taking some extra time early because it meant I had to come back to work when Matthew was 10 weeks old and not 12 – big diff, I know but still… it would have been nice to take more time after than before… I think I might do some vacation days here and there toward the end to get some time to myself, etc.
We are old people, so I invited my best friend over and she and I made a very nice meal (pork tenderloin with cider plum sauce), which we ate with my husband while watching TV. Classy! Then we managed to shoe-horn ourselves off the couch to play some Wii sports. Around 11:45 we switched over to Dick Clark, drank some cheap champagne and welcomed in the new year. (We also found out how many of our neighbors own semi-automatic weapons.) Best friend left at 12:05am and we were in bed ten minutes later. The end.
I was a LAME-o on NYE and I’m not even pregnant (but I do have a two year old who doesn’t care what time mommy goes to bed). The husband and I ate some leftovers and watched ‘Superbad’ (it was only ‘eh’ for me) and then I beat a hasty retreat to bed at about 10:30 while hubby stayed up to watch Dick Clark. I was awoken by my neighbors screaming and setting off fireworks at midnight (there seem to be alot of illegal neighbor firework shows based on these comments) and I got a groggy midnight kiss. I’ve always hated the forced festivity that surrounds NYE (you must go out and have fun or your new year will be ruined!), so I mostly just treat it like any other night. But, god, does it make me feel lame! :)
We went to visit some friends – got there at 11.20, were immediately horrified by their guests, stayed to watch the fireworks – they have an impressive view of most of the city, and the show was great – had some champagne. Then the host put on some YouTube clips of, uh, bad drivers? Howls of laughter ensued, while we exchanged uncomfortable half-smiles with the hostess. Then we went home and had some traditional salads (NYE is not NYE in this part of the world without salads). Then we went to bed at about 3.30.
Here’s hoping you get your pre-Smalltopus free days!
“This time I should try and stay manicured at all times from here on out to a baby-appropriate length, maybe a nice squoval.” You slay me.
For the first time in a long time, I actually went out on NYE this year. We happen to live in OKC (hometown to the Flaming Lips) and they decided to play during our downtown NYE celebration this year, so hubby & I procured tickets and proceeded to ring in the new year with Wayne and Co. It was an amazing show and I think it was my favorite new year celebration so far!
Worry not, mine was FAR lamer than yours. As in, laying in bed watching Lord of the Rings on my laptop until falling asleep (during the movie) at about 12:05am. I am single, with no children, and look how pathetic I have become. :)Do you feel better? If so, it was worth embarassing myself over.
Woory not, mine was FAR lamer than yours. As in, laying in bed watching Lord of the Rings on my laptop until falling asleep (during the movie) at about 12:05am. I am single, with no children, and look how pathetic I have become. :)Do you feel better? If so, it was worth embarassing myself over.
Lame New Year’s Eve: waiting for our luggage in baggage claim at SeaTac. Woohoo.
It was MORE lame. We watched the ball drop (well, kind of. We missed the actual drop and saw the aftermath) at 9:00 here on the West Coast, and then we went to bed. Sad? Yes. We’re too old for that midnight crap.
Tubing at Seymour Mountain – spectacular and worth the subsequent sore butt. After that, we hosted dinner for 16, followed by a rousing game of family pictionary. Lots of laughs and a fun for both the kids and the adults! Everyone left right after midnight and I stayed up to tidy. NY’s Day we spent walking along the Burrard Inlet, marvelling at those who braved the cool temps for a dip into glacier waters! We followed that up with an indulgent late lunch at a new fancypants eatery on the water. Somewhat decadent, but what the heck!
Thanks for a great 2007 – we look forward to hearing all about your 2008!
went to a friends house with about 6 other people, ate gnocchi, drank a little wine, played Rock Bank (mostly watched other people play it–I suck at it) and went home around 1. i didn’t kiss anyone at midnight.
I had planned to stay at home with the hubby and my cat, and we invited friends over. Turns out, my friend was allergic to my cat and had to leave, so we followed them to their house and hung out there. We played Guesstures and Cranium. Good times. Then we watched the ball drop at Times Square on television, drove home at 12:20 and knocked out for the night. Nothing special there.
I was in bed by 10pm…praying that my red-neck neighbors would not wake my finally sleeping 5 week old baby!
I watched the festivities in bed, so at 12:00:45 I could let my eyes finally close in sweet sweet slumber…
I went to a party and was back home and doing laundry by 12:25. I am the lamest 24 year old ever.
lame? that “in other news…” paragraph may be the best thing I read all year!
I hid out at home, fell asleep on the couch after two glasses of wine with dinner, and allowed myself to be dragged outside to the rooftop deck for fireworks at midnight. That’s almost worse than watching the fireworks on TV, because I was COLD.
Oh, and a day late and a dollar short: I did finally did your survey thingy: http://pinkherring.typepad.com/weblog/2008/01/1-what-did-you.html
Luckily I didn’t resolve to be punctual in 2008.
I know I am a little late on this one, but HAPPY NEW YEAR!
We spent New Year’s Eve at Disneyland with twenty-fivehundred-bazillion other people. We made it to midnight. On the way home, we were *this close* to being hit by someone who was obviously drunk.
Next year, we are staying HOME.
Oh fuck yeah, my new years was bad ass. I passed the five year anniversary of the first time I got thrown in jail, and managed to do so without getting in any more trouble with the law, which is actually harder than it sounds when you party like it’s 1999+9. We got nine people together so we could carpool and found this pot head who doesn’t drink to drive us around. We actually packed all nine folks into one minivan. I sat bitch, which with nine passengers means behind the back seat, next to the beer, on top of the tire iron and the pointy ass battery charger. But it was all good.
So we went to a party and I hit on some lesbians for a while. I like messing around with fat lesbians, but I was nice, because the chick hosting the party is the big sister of one, my friend, and also happens to be a native american standing around 6′6″ and weighing in the neighborhood of three hundred pounds. I kind of try and avoid getting my ass kicked by women, mostly.
But that party got lame, so we all piled back in the van and went to our bar. But there was some douche bag DJ playing a bunch of pop and disco and shit, so we left there after a few beers. We juggled around between a few final destinations before we eventually ended up at the house we started at. Then like thirty more people randomly showed up. I stayed conscious past midnight, and didn’t piss off anyone that I know of. I also managed to not sleep with anyone I shouldn’t be sleeping with, which means I’m disease free and safe from boyfriend vendettas. And I even got up early New Years day and got twisted again whilst smoking a big ass ham, which was delicious btw. We smoked it with wood chips from the barrels they age Jack Daniels in. God may not hate me after all. Happy 2008 internet denizens, and good luck with popping out the new spawn Sundry.
I think mine was marginally more lame, because I watched the lame Pontiac logo’d New Year’s hooplah in Time Square at 9pm (I live in CA), watched 2 Tivo’d episodes of ER and fell asleep at 11:30 on the couch. My husband woke me up at midnight and kissed me and I got up for a few minutes before heading off to bed for a full night’s sleep.