Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Ringing in the New Year's over the Porcelain Bowl

I rang in 2013 with my head hung over a toilet bowl. Not what I was imagining when I invited a few neighbors over for a cocktail anticipating that if we made it to 10 o'clock we would be rock stars. Then something amazing happened, we all wandered in a bit tired from the holidays, grumbling about being too old to celebrate past 8 pm on New Year's Eve which led to chatting, laughing, drinking, eating and even guitar serenades. The kids ran through the house and occasionally checked in for a snack or two, dashing back out to wherever they were hiding. Before we knew it we had poured a few shots from a bottle of tequila I have had in my freezer for a few years and I broke open some moonshine Brian made a decade ago that was more for appearance than consumption, and before we knew it, these old dogs were dancing.

Then just like Cinderella at her Ball, once the clock struck midnight we all looked cross eyed at each other as the kids melted down and my neighbors staggered home. I crawled to the bathroom where I found myself able to finally stand at 4:45 am. Let's just say the next day I did not get out of my bathrobe. I laid in bed, sipped water and downed ibuprofen every 4 hours, thinking that partying like a rock star is highly overrated. The good news is that I have officially sworn off alcohol. Even seeing an empty wine bottle in the recycle bin makes me quiver. 

I suppose a middle age woman must find themselves puking over the toilet every now and then for something other than morning sickness or the stomach flu. You need those drunken moments to remind yourself that you don't want to be twenty-something ever again; in bed at 10 pm on New Year's Eve is quite okay, honorable really. 

Love & Light,
Stacy

I did not take any photos on New Year's Eve. I do not drink and photograph for pure fear of dropping my camera. Here are some photos from our annual Christmas party with my NY friends. We have all known each other since we were babes.

Drew and Nolan play guys.


They try and talk Jossie (the only girl) into playing Turtles.

 Griffin is so tired!

Someone had to take the ladies pictures. These two were our only choices.

My girls. Holly, Tracy & Annie.


The boys.

 Dads and their posse.




1 comment :

  1. I love it! I went to my friend Carrie's house. Girls night...I took a bottle of wine and a movie. We watched Valentine's day...ate cheese and crackers and EACH drank a bottle of wine. SOOO much fun...while doing it....not so much when I got home and I was cleaning out the sink the next morning because I did not MAKE it to the porcelain bowl...it happens to the best if us girlfriend...and no-no pictures on my end either...thank God!

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