Whoa, 2009.

I can’t believe it’s a new year already. 2008 was sorta craptastic, not gonna lie. Sure, there were fun times, but as a whole, not gonna miss this year. 

New Year’s has become one of those holidays that always sounds better in theory than it ends up being in practice. Last year, I spent New Year’s puking and having the flu. 

This year had to be better by comparison. I drove down to Virginia to see my friend Beth who I hadn’t seen since her wedding last summer. My best friend from college, Bonny, also drove down from Pittsburgh. It was nice to see them before I set out west. 

So the New Year’s party took place at Beth and Mike’s apartment and consisted of a bunch of couples and then Bonny and I. It was very Bridget Jones. At the start of the night, Bonny and I sat on the floor by the food and talked about television. We then decided to play Mad Gabs (can you feel the excitement?) This was a fun game, just not New Year’s Eve fun. We decided we’d just do boys verses girls, since that was almost even (we single girls sort of screwed up the balance). Luckily, Beth’s annoying friend Claire decided she was too cool to be on the girls’ team. Maybe she thought we would be less smart. I guess she never paid attention to gender studies, though, because girls are better at language arts. And we kicked serious ass. It was almost embarrassing how much better we were at that game than the guys. 

The game was abruptly stopped short when one last couple showed up with this announcement:
“Sorry we’re late guys, but we were…getting ENGAGED!”

This was met with an eye roll from me to Bonny and from Bonny to me. Then we peaced out of the congratulations circle and went to the kitchen to take pictures of us pretending to stab ourselves with various cutlery.

I then proceeded to drink myself into a stupor and passed out with my clothes on at 12:30. In the middle of the night, I woke up, still drunk, and desperate to wash my face for some reason. This resulted in me dumping out my suitcase trying to find my face wash in the dark. The commotion woke up a very annoyed Bonny. But gosh darn it, I got my face clean.

The next morning I lamented that I didn’t even get to have any champagne. To which Bonny replied. “Um, yeah you did. You had two glasses.”

Goood times.