Sunday, January 1, 2012

In My Time Of Need. Or Friends, YSA Dance, and Sumo

New Years Eve.

A night full rt of partying and frantically trying to accomplish last minute resolutions from the year.

And we had no plans.


One of our friends called us to see if we were going to do anything fun.  Jeffrey said no, so our friend decided to make other plans.

I was very disappointed.  I really wanted to have plans.

I wished I had some single friends I could go hang out with.  I don't know why I specified single friends in my wish, but I did.  I just wanted to go out and play.  Instead, I flopped down on my bed, cradled my head and began a marathon of a British Sci-fi time travel show.

And so the day dragged on.  I did a little cleaning, but mostly just stayed in bed.  I had a very bad headache.  I didn't want to move.  

As per our tradition, we got Chinese food for dinner.

I hate Chinese food.


But it is Jeffrey's favorite, so New Year's Eve is the one night of the year that I will not put up a fight about eating it.

We then went outside and watched some of the fireworks, and lit sparklers left over from the 4th of July.  The kids loved it.

We put them to bed and I collapsed back on my bed, continuing my Doctor Who marathon while Jeffrey confronted Nazis and defended the great Albion on the computer.  Shortly after someone walked into our room and caught the both of us by surprise.  Our friend who had called earlier was here along with another friend of ours.  The friend who has always saved me in my hour of need.  Everyone needs a friend like that, I must say.

They invited us to a Young Single Adult dance.  I promptly removed my ring, and grabbed my coat.  Jeffrey was also excited.  Which surprised me.  He hates dances, crowds, and breaking rules.  While we were getting our coats, I verified with him that it was okay for us to go.  A dance?  Young Single Adult?  Emphasis on Single?  Once he realized what we had actually agreed to, he began thinking up excuses.  Lucky for me, my enthusiasm and our friends determination to go with or without us broke him.  He finally consented.

And so it was we spent New Years Eve at a YSA activity.
And so, I now remember why I am glad I don't have to attend those anymore, and what I am most definitely not missing out on.

That is not to say we didn't have fun, because we did.  We got to sumo wrestle which was a riot.

I won.

At least that is what I am telling people.

Truth be told, I have no idea who won.  I think it was a draw.  No one else could tell, either, so I am safe with my declarations.

The dance only played one slow song in the two hours we were there which was more than slightly disappointing.  We left the dance about ten minutes early and Jeffrey and I were able to smooch in the back seat of our friend's car while listening to the count down on Prairie Home Companion.  We all sang Auld Lang Syne and I pretended I was on a cruise ship, dancing out on the deck while the snow fell softly around me. (An Affair to Remember anyone?  That song always reminds me of that movie.)

Thank heavens for friends, YSA dances, and the fact I will never have to go to another as long as I live!

Happy 2012

P.S. My resolutions for this year are simple.

A: help Keith triumph that lisp.
B: Faye will be potty trained by the end of the year.

Truth be told, they are actually my 4 month resolutions.  But if they don't happen in four months, they will in twelve.
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