The word for today was "blah." Blah weather, blah emotions, blah, blah, blah.
Christmas is over and there is nothing to look forward to for quite some time. I honestly can't think of anything to look forward to at all.
G and I do not have New Year's Eve plans. I would have to think long and hard to remember the last time G and I did have NYE plans. In 1990 we went to dinner at a friend's house; I was pregnant with M. Maybe ten years ago I spent the evening with my friend J at her house and after the Times Square ball drop, I drove home.
It would never occur to G that maybe I would like to do something besides sit around and watch movies where lots of people get blown up and die. It would never occur to him to consider doing something fun.
So for me, a good NYE is one where I have a decent amount of alcohol on hand so that by the time I go to bed, I'm already halfway (or more than halfway) bombed so I don't have much time to lie in bed and cry before I pass out.
I can hardly wait.
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