Happy 2005 everybody!
True to form, around 11:23 p.m. I fell asleep on the sofa. Denis woke me up at 11:59:45 and said, “Honey, 15 seconds to go.”
I sat up, watched the remaining 15 seconds of 2004 go bye-bye, kissed my husband, had a sip of champagne and went upstairs to bed.
Am I a wild child or what?
Happy New Year, everybody!
I’m goin’ to bed.
Can you believe it’s 2003? It seems like just yesterday it was 2002…
We had a quiet night at home with the animals, flipping between various cheezy NYE celebrations. At midnight we had some champagne (I had about a tablespoon’s worth), some chocolate chip cookies, and promptly went to bed about 12:10 a.m. Boy, we know how to live it up, don’t we?
In the old days (re: pre-marriage) I would party like a fool. When I was a raver I’d go to the parties in DC and hang out – it was really the safest place to be – I’d be off the roads during the peak drunk-driver hours, and could blissfully dance all night and just hang with my friends. The greatest rave I ever went to was a New Year’s Eve rave in Maryland, in 1993. It was an Ultraworld Production called Resolution (it’s fitting that this year’s UP party was also called Resolution). It was a FUN FUN night that I’ll never forget – the most amazing house deejays were there that night and the countdown the midnight was a blast (imaging being surrounded by 4,000 people in a warehouse screaming the ten second countdown).
Today we head over to Queens for the day – to have a belated Christmas celebration with Denis’ mom and brother, and then to visit Tara and Rob and (finally) see Baby Grace. YAY!