We welcomed in the new year with relish the other night, dedicating ourselves to multiple chocolate martinis, an ice luge (I thought it was weird that a bunch of 30-year-olds would have one, but a girl in her twenties assured me her neighbors had one too and they are-- *gasp!*-- in their 40s!) and finishing numerous bottles of champagne. One woman was going around telling everyone they might be pregnant next New Year's Eve so they should make the most of this one. (The Pretend Husband assured me I will be able to have just as much to drink next year as this year).
So, we fell into bed around 2:30 a.m. yesterday and except for poking the PH a couple of times around 7:30 so he could feed the dogs and take them outside, I slept right on through.... to noon. (Noon! I don't think I've slept 'til noon since college. I thought the power had gone out and re-started my clock at 12:00 or something).
So the PH and I got up at noon, had some breakfast, watched a few minutes of the Rose Bowl Parade... then went back to bed at 1. I slept a sleep full of crazy dreams until about 3:30 p.m., when we decided to start the day. We ran some errands (yay for 75 percent off Christmas stuff!), picked up the car we left at our friends' house, reminisced about the party and who passed out where, then came home to make macaroni and cheese for dinner (yum, hangover food). We made a valiant effort to watch a movie, but discovered we were too tired. So we headed to bed around 10 p.m.
Thus, sleeping 21 of the last 29 hours. Zzzzzzzzzz!
So many books...
10 years ago
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I envy you - I was awoken at 6am on New Years Day! However, I did go to bed at 9pm being absolutely exhausted and as it is kind of inappropriate to keep your 3 year old up until midnight and make them drink alcohol with you to celebrate the New Year, it was the only place to be!
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