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31 December 2005
Is it over? Put the year behind you yet?→[More:]
Ready to move on?
Feel free to:
count it down
state what state you're in
are you drinking?
whatcha thinking?
pony up your pony
and respond as sobriety and recovery allow.
I've hours yet to go, you lurvly nunshitting taintaphones.
I plan on taking a special moment for the extra second that has been inserted in the UTC timecode this year.
I'm rapidly becoming sloshed. My GF is playing Animal Crossing for the first time and not drinking.
I can't remember how old I was when I first realized that I wasn't watching the Times Square NYE party "live", but I remember the whole arbitrary concept of time fucking mightily with my head. I thought about that again, tonight, probably inspired by the whole extra second thing.
We are three hours away. Just finished a lovely dinner. Am washing dishes and watching Calgary and Edmonton slug it out. Fiance has just come downstairs from, yes, changing into something more comfortable. Life is good. more champagne ( well, sparkling wine, but who's keeping track) to come at midnight. Life is good.
Happy Premature Ejaculate New Year seeing as how next year's still about a hundred minutes way away right now! Was drinkin mimosas (wifey's preggers and could only have a wee tot but who's gonna let a whole nice bottle of bubbly champagne go to waste? not me, bugger that and I like football with a hangover) but ran out of orange juice.
Hey no, wait, there's more downstairs in the fridge. Hahaha. See you suckers later!
Astonishingly, no gunshots here. Lots and lots of sirens, though. Listened to the online scanner feeds for a bit - mostly car wrecks and seemingly firework or drunkeness related fires.
Actually, scratch that. I just heard a gunshot way off yonder. And there's another. Sounds like a rifle. Decidedly not a firework. Still, nothing like NYE in LA. Or the time in Garden Grove in Orange County when I was "living" in an industrial park and some pickup truck driving Soldiers of Fortune freak parked on my street, set up an M-60 machine gun on a tripod and a belt of tracers and lit up the sky.
Yeah, that stupid motherfucker got arrested. I know because I called the cops and watched them take his ass out like cheap American Chinese food.
And now I'm plenty drunk, though. Time for some pizza.
Oh, wow, the guns. Gee. This was is the very first new year's eve since I left the U.S., that I didn't remember this, and think how glad I am that we don't have to worry about it here. Funny.
taz, my New Year's kiss goes unclaimed! I'm embarrassed to admit that gropefest invitations from not one, but two different couples flustered me so badly, I ran off and restocked wine instead.
I know the whole poly thing gets a lot of play here, but I suspect that I'm basically a prude at heart. So.