New Year's Day
Ahh, the time for ushering in a new year. Supposedly, the start of a new age and the turning over of a new leaf. While I don't object to this practice, there are people out there that think that tomorrow's going to be something really special. Wake up, it's not. Well, you might wake up with a hangover or with a goat in the fireplace, but hey, that's just the aftermath of a party. It happens. January 1, 2008, will feel and be pretty much exactly the same as December 31, 2007. The sun will still rise, people will still be alive. Well, mostly, anyway. Don't get me wrong, though, I like the celebrations.
Hell yeah, I like the celebrations. I went to a party after work that lasted until 4am. Hoorah.
Unfortunately, a couple that had been a couple for eighteen months had a scrap last night. At around 2:30am, when everyone was drunk (except me and Clare). I went between one and the other, because I'm wonderful friends with them both. Eventually, around 3:45am, two of us took them home so they can talk about it later.
What else? I worked from 6:30pm until 10:45pm last night. All the managers came in and pitched in, and seriously, they were a godsend. (Thank you, gods. And editors too.) I walked to the party carrying leftover chicken and a bottle of Mountain Dew (some of my friends are Mountain Dew addicts). I predicted early on that by the time I got there, there would be at least one person who'd had too much to drink, and another three who'd had at least one. When I walked through the gate it became obvious that everyone had had at least one. So I stayed sober and played mother.
Kicked the soccer ball around after ushering in the New Year. Also met up with someone I hadn't seen in ages.
Erm. Wore black socks.
Happy new year everyone.
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