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Happy New Year (Again)
Jan. 1st, 2018 03:56 amI’m probably going to have a bruise on my ass tomorrow and possible some pain in my ankle, but I had a blast tonight and I was way too drunk to feel it when it happened. I immediately asked if I broke anything when I fell, but I was asking about cups and bottles and such—not my body. I figured if something on my body was actually broken that no amount of alcohol would’ve blinded me to that kind of pain. Now I can feel that there’s a little twinge in my ankle but it moves just fine and there’s a sensitive spot on the side of my right buttcheek that I imagine will be less than comfortable to sit on when I’m driving home tomorrow. Still totally worth it although I should maybe wait until tomorrow before I say that for sure.
Tonight was so fun though. We were laughing at stupid movies after we finished Winter Soldier and we ate French Toast Cupcakes that were out of this world (they were gluten free and still unbelievably good), and drank every time a trope popped up on the Hallmark movies. Around 11:30 we paused for new drinks, some toasts, some pictures, a shot, me falling on the floor, watching “The Five Levels of Drinking” by Larry Miller, and then having an impromptu dance party that did make me feel like I might throw up some of that booze however briefly. We then watched the ball drop and after that we danced and sang a little bit more. I only felt sort of sorry for Casey’s neighbors. They didn’t bang on the walls or anything so I guess they forgave for singing incredibly loud and off key songs like “I Wanna Get Better,” “Mr. Brightside,” and “Inside Out” for a good… well 30 minutes at least. And when I say we were singing loudly, it was more like sort of shouting with a slight melody with it while we jumped around like fools. There was video but it was via Snapchat so with any luck, that evidence won’t make the rounds.
But seriously, dancing around and scream-singing was therapeutic and encouraging. We had such a good time being loud and together and drunk. I don’t get drunk very often anymore so it’s kind of a treat when I get to do that with other people and I don’t have to drive anywhere after.
This whole weekend has been phenomenal and I’m so sad that I’ll be driving home tomorrow because I just seriously want three or four or five or thirty more days exactly like the last two. I know when I get home that I’ll be excited to be back in my own bed and that however nervous I may be about the program I’m co-hosting with Hayley for preteens on Tuesday or the book minute on Wednesday or the hospital trips in the coming weeks, I am going to enjoy being back at work because I honest-to-God love my job.
And even though I’m sad about this weekend ending, I know that there are many, many wonderful trips and adventures to come—most notably my upcoming trip to California to spend some time with J while we celebrate our birthdays. I have never been out to the West Coast and I am indescribably excited for it.
I’m excited to see if I can make this year an even better year than last year. I’m excited about the new friends I’m making. I’m excited about the new things I’ll see. I’m excited that my sister is engaged and may well get married soon (no news on the date yet). I’m excited for the books and fanfiction I’ll read and the words I’ll write (I already have my spreadsheet for January ready) and the jokes I’ll laugh at and the movies I’ll see. There is just so much. This is, perhaps, the most hopeful I’ve felt in years… Perhaps in my whole “adult” life.
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