auld lang swine

it's been a while since i actually enjoyed new year's festivities.

this year i felt compelled to make sangria for the TCITB party, which i have never made, and drink quite a bit of it, which i have never done. first i battled 3 pm new year's eve shopping traffic at the state liquor store, shaw's, and DW highway. i nearly pussed out after being strong-armed out of making my left turn by an SUV with jersey plates (god doth have a sense of humor; it was time to get a taste of my own back for all my crimes in the old explorer in the tri-state area. god, i guess you really were watching me that time in the ikea parking lot).

i was a woman possessed; nothing stood between me and my celestial images of citrus flotillas in a sea of burgundy goodness, kissed with waves of triple-sec. it came out quite well and will probably be making appearances at future parties. i was glad to have made a jug of fragrant mauve painkiller, to be sure, after i took a spill down the stairs. now there have been more new years eve's where i've emerged bruised than not; there were always good reasons (the heel broke off my boot; 18 beer navigational system failed once i reached the curb; etc). but this time i'd not imbibed a single drop and was jauntily traipsing down damp stairs in my new pumas with my hands in my pockets. my elbows and wrists still hate me. but 5 sangrias later and i might as well have had an aleve IV - everything was all good, even after the party-wide "check out my bodacious ta-tas" photo challenge.

yesterday, after not nearly enough sleep, we got up and i cleaned our sty while hb went out to procure last-minute cilantro for my guacamole. i was a flurry of veggie-chopping, cookie-batter-licking madness until around noon, when sean and maddog showed up to the new year's day rally-thon. it was a great festival of gorging on snacks and motorsports, even if a little anemic in its attendance (ahem). then igg and his wo-man stopped by for dinner, where we were once again "those guys" at outback, with me and theresa burping intermittently amid our reminiscing about kelly's bad-porn party last year. i think the old broad at the table next to us just about had it with phrases like "breast milk pump" and "those puking asian chicks."

so today, we enter recovery phase...the house is clean, there's copious leftovers and unwatched CSI's on the DVR, and i'm fixing to check my tire pressures. sounds like a full day to me.