I'm in a state of shock today.
And it's not because we went out on the town last night and I downed too many screwdrivers and danced on the bar while doing my karaoke rendition of "Dude Looks Like a Lady".
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To be perfectly honest, clubbing and drinking have never been my idea of a great evening. Ever. I'm a bit of a dork that way. When The Husband and I were dating, our conversations went something like this:
Him: Do you want to head over to (insert random bar name here)?
Me: Uh. Do we have to?
And then, if we did venture to Insert Random Bar Name Here, I spent most of the evening thinking, "This music sucks. It's too loud. I'm going to smell like smoke when we leave. WHY is this strange, drunk guy standing SO CLOSE TO ME? I'm tiiiiired."
Plus, if and when I DO indulge a bit, I get all sleepy or vomity or "ILOVEYOUMAN!" and that's just not very lady-like.
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So now that I've wrapped up that little uninformative detour, I can get back to my original story. (Isn't it fun to go on these little trips with me? No? My bad.)
I've been in a state of shock (a good kind of shock) today because of the events of last night....New Year's Eve.
We went to a friend's house for a New Year's party. Kids included. Which is super-triple-fantastic because, hello?, have you ever TRIED to find a babysitter for NYE? Mission impossible.
It was one of those great house parties where everyone brings food and it's okay to wear the comfy jeans-and-sneakers and there's a giant basement for the kids to call their own and there aren't any drunken strangers spilling their drinks on your shoes.
To simplify, it was wonderful.
And the best part of the whole night was midnight.
Mrs. S, the hostess of the party, gave everyone hats and crowns and noisemakers. We all gathered around the tv to watch the ball drop.
We counted down.
We made noise.
We hugged and kissed and wished each other a wonderful 2010.
And then I realized it was the first time I saw in the new year with my whole family. No one was fast asleep in a crib upstairs. No one lost the internal "I can stay up until 12!" battle.
We were all together.
And it was perfection.
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Happy 2010. Let's make it a good one.