Monday, December 31, 2007
Tonight, if someone dares you to do something that seems marginally stupid- say yes. For me.
I know what you're thinking- "That Whiskeymarie, she's such a party girl! And it's New Year's Eve! I suppose that by midnight she'll be dancing to ELO in inappropriate clothing wearing a lampshade on her head and repeatedly yelping, 'look at what an awesome dancer I am!' whilst kissing strangers."
Well, you're kind of right.
It is new Year's Eve, I'll give you that much.
But other than that, you are going to be very, very disappointed.
Our New Year's is going to consist of what it does most years (not all- a few years ago we tore it up pretty good with my sister-in-law Maurey, Mr. Maurey and several other folks. The next day hurt. Bad.):
Me, the Mr, some champagne, fondue and staying home just doing whatever.
Scrabble may or may not be involved.
And maybe, later on, we'll put on a Mac Davis album and get our freak on.
We sure are rock stars like that.
Happy New year, my bubbly, fizzy glasses of sparkling ham-flavored wine.
Try to not lose your pants tonight.