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Tales of a Post-Grad Nothing

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Inexcusably Late New Years Wrap Up

A friend of mine eloquently dubbed 2006 my "year of suck." That's not too far off. I wouldn't call 2006 the official worst year of my life, but it easily wins a spot in the top three. Though there were some awesome things that happened in Ought 6, the year had an unusually high number of devastatingly sad things I had absolutely no control over. Not to throw a pity party, but I think that when you deal with big issues like a massive breakup that wasn't your call or the unexpected death of a friend, it becomes very easy to spend your days being asinine and broody and doing nothing but eating yogurt on your couch while listening to sad music in your pajamas which by the by you haven't changed out of yet despite the fact that it's 5:30PM and you smell like a 6th grade gym class (don't judge me!).

[Sidenote: Top three albums to brood to can be found here, here, and here. The last one is especially conducive to a good, hard brood because it's gorgeous and the some of the songs are like 7 minutes long, giving you time to work yourself into a good broody lather before the song changes over.]

[Sidenote #2: Broody Lathers is a great old lady name. A woman with a name like Broody Lathers would probably have moxie and a lot of hats.]

The upside to having an unusually bad year is that it makes New Year's Eve a most anticipated event, so anticipated in fact that it doesn't matter what you're doing or who you're with or even that you have a good time, so long as it happens and the previous year officially ends. Well the previous year did officially end (!) AND as a bonus, my New Year's Eve was the perfect kiss goodbye to the emotional hellbus that was 2006.

There was a delicious dinner and Wii games (accompanied by a few inappropriate victory dances) and champagne toasts to everything from grandmothers to Spiro Agnew. There were Sprite Bombs:

which we 'hard thew to the groud' [sic] as directed and creepy-ass elf-themed tattoos:

and kittens named after prominent historical figures:

(Seriously, the cat's name is E. Lee...after the Robert. I would say that E. Lee's owners are the nerdiest people I know, but in all seriousness 50% of the people I've dated own memorabilia signed by George Tekai, so I have no room to talk).

Nothing outstanding or noteworthy happened on New Year's, but it's hard not to be hopeful about the future when surrounded by delightful people and their geekily-named pets. Cheers to 2007.


At 10:52 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Let me just say that I do not love Robert E. Lee with the undying devotion of a Richmonder - I thought the name was cute and that give our current Civil War heavy digs it was appropriate...she is totally a Yankee cat FYI.

At 2:03 PM, Anonymous frank said...

A friend of mine named her cat Chairman Meow.

At 5:49 PM, Blogger Kevin said...

'year of suck' is the best phrase I've heard in a loooong time.


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