In With a Bang

Thinking back to all of our New Year's Eves, I don't think we've spent any of them doing the same thing except maybe when we were too little to do anything more than bang pots and pans! I've had family New Year's, game night New Year's, stupid kids under 21 New Year's, Gingerbread House New Year's, intimate gathering New Year's and now kick ass party New Year's. We went to the most awesome party! It really was the best place to be in town. My description can hardly do it justice. I'll just say that the house was huge, the music was pumpin', there were go-go dancers, there was a bar everywhere you turned (one was actually an ice bar which was a sight to behold), the food and booze were free, there was arena quality lighting for the backyard stage. It was amazing. It put our Fourth party to shame, but if we had a limitless budget it would probably be pretty similar. Don and I had a great time. Here's an idea of how good it was: I gashed my toe on something, it bled and crusted up before I even noticed! I looked down at my foot and said, "Oh, look: I'm bleeding." I still don't know how it happened. I guess alcohol is a great anesthetic! The guy who threw the party says that this is his last. I sure hope not, because it was the best party I have ever been to. I'd go again in a second!

So, New Year's Eve was fabulous. New Year's Day was all right. New Year's Day observed was kinda' low key. Then came Tuesday, January 3rd. I had been dreading going back to "normal" post-holiday life and even remember saying this morning that I really didn't want to do today. Was I ever right about that one! Everyone was pissy at the bank, which isn't out of the norm, but was particularly irritating today. I was so glad when it was finally time to leave! I was only a block from the bank when I rear-ended the car in front of me while trying to make a left-hand turn. Long story short: everyone is fine, it was totally my fault and thankfully there is minimal damage to the lady's car. Unfortunately, I ended up busting my radiator and had to be towed to the mechanic. It should be fixed by tomorrow. There isn't really any body damage to speak of, so that's good. We got a ribbing from the mechanic for even fixing the radiator since my car is so old and worth so little. We figure that it's worth the fix as long as it buys us some time to look for a new one. We knew that we needed to do it; now, it's a little more pressing. I have to say that Don was a good sport. I feel horrible, but he isn't driving it home every chance he gets. Not that he would. It's just not anyone's favorite thing to have to deal with.

There's my figurative and literal bang into the new year. So far, it's been pretty exciting.