...I try to leave but they keep pulling me back in!!...
This time it was pokes who was so generous.
Guess I'll stick around then.
I had a great time in NYC for xmas with my family, and a wonderful NYE albeit without power, which actually made it even nicer. The house was glowing with candlelight and I started feeling like maybe my candleholder collecting obsession was not as out of hand as I had thought, and in fact I could stand to have a few more...
The Young Man and I toasted at midnight and watched the fireworks across the bay. Then we went to sleep and set a kitchen timer for 5 am so we could get up for Breakfast of Champions, a New Year's Day party thrown by the Space Cowboys. Sounded like a fine plan until I was being woken up at 5 am. Thankfully the YM doesn't take anything I say seriously or personally at that kind of hour (ie."I hate you!!" and "never make plans for me again!")
We had a fabulous time there and even ran into some SG crew unexpectedly!!
Exhausted and deleriously happy we came back to my room only to find-
-DUN DUN DUN-
An entire colony of ants had decided that my room was their new home!! I'm absolutely serious. the invasion spread across my floor and over and up my bookcase where apparently they were going to nest by fusing the cloth hanging over it to the wood with their bodies or something. It was horrific and by the time the killing was done we were thoroughly traumatized.
So we took a hot bath together (I scrubbed my skin mercilessly to get the creepy crawly feeling off) and eventually calmed down enough and curled up with "Oh Brother Where Art Thou" (which he hadn't seen) and drank a lot of beer.
So it was really the best and worst New Year's, but we weathered it OK together. So that bodes well.
Anyway, there you go. Happy New Year!
This time it was pokes who was so generous.
Guess I'll stick around then.
I had a great time in NYC for xmas with my family, and a wonderful NYE albeit without power, which actually made it even nicer. The house was glowing with candlelight and I started feeling like maybe my candleholder collecting obsession was not as out of hand as I had thought, and in fact I could stand to have a few more...
The Young Man and I toasted at midnight and watched the fireworks across the bay. Then we went to sleep and set a kitchen timer for 5 am so we could get up for Breakfast of Champions, a New Year's Day party thrown by the Space Cowboys. Sounded like a fine plan until I was being woken up at 5 am. Thankfully the YM doesn't take anything I say seriously or personally at that kind of hour (ie."I hate you!!" and "never make plans for me again!")
We had a fabulous time there and even ran into some SG crew unexpectedly!!
Exhausted and deleriously happy we came back to my room only to find-
-DUN DUN DUN-
An entire colony of ants had decided that my room was their new home!! I'm absolutely serious. the invasion spread across my floor and over and up my bookcase where apparently they were going to nest by fusing the cloth hanging over it to the wood with their bodies or something. It was horrific and by the time the killing was done we were thoroughly traumatized.
So we took a hot bath together (I scrubbed my skin mercilessly to get the creepy crawly feeling off) and eventually calmed down enough and curled up with "Oh Brother Where Art Thou" (which he hadn't seen) and drank a lot of beer.
So it was really the best and worst New Year's, but we weathered it OK together. So that bodes well.
Anyway, there you go. Happy New Year!
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obd:
welcome back. we're never going to let you go.
sixsixty:
of course, i'm still hung over i think from sunday, so when i sober up.