Good Morning 2003 So I

Good Morning 2003

So I wanted to be able to tell you, dear reader, that I had the most fabulous and glamourous evening last night. Danced, drank, made merry and at the stroke of midnight, popped the cork, and as I kissed my lovely wife while we danced, confetti fell from the sky.

Uh, no. Not this year. But we kinda planned it that way. We wanted to be home no later that 10:00, build a fire, pop a bottle of champers and like the Palm Springs blue hairs that we will someday become, fall asleep at 11:27, precisely 33 minutes before the ball dropped (technically, that would be 2 hours and 27 minutes AFTER the ball dropped, details, schmeetails). And this is what we did. Well sorta.

We gathered pre-party at Rich and Michael's at 6:00, then off to Jamie and David's for cocktails and merriment at 7:00. Fabulous party as always, and it was here that the missus, not being the driver, was free to indulge. Sure! Why not, it's NYE fer cryin' out loud! But here's the thing - she quit smoking 40 some days ago (WooHoo!) and in order to compensate for the awkwardness of not having a butt in her hand when everyone around her is smoking, she had another glass of wine... and another.. and well, you get the picture.

Being the driver and painfully sober, when 9:45 rolled around I was ready to head home so that I might also have the pleasure of a few pops before the evening was out. As I watched the missus playfully slosh her wine about the room, I knew it was time to leave before this got messy. Standing there with our coats, I suggested that we say our farewells. But she was in a fine state holding court with the boys and had no intention of leaving because she was having sooo much FUN! Whooo!

After a little arm twisting chat, I had the car brought up and we made our way safely home, but not without a little pouting from the missus. It was kinda cute truth be told.

We skipped the fire but popped a bottle of champagne and toasted yet another year gone by. I was in bed at 10:30. And right on cue, asleep by 11:27. I have no idea what she was doing (I'm guessing it may have involved email and/or a few long distance phone calls) while I slept through Dick Clark, but around 3:00am when she came to bed she was having a lively conversation with a cat and proceeded to rattle every small metallic, glass and plastic item in the bathroom for 3 straight minutes before bumping into my night stand thus spilling my glass of water and finally flopping emphatically on the bed sending me and my feline sleeping partner 2 feet into the air. I was wide the fuck awake. And cranky.

Having now rung in the new year with Hawaii, Togo, and the rest of the goddamn planet, it's 6:00am here and I have not been able to return to my restful slumber.

I guess I should get the chili started for todays football fest. But I hate the smell of cumin in the morning...