Which couch did you crash on?

I couldn’t remember. I know we were at Houghton Lake skiing for the ensuing weekend but I could not for the life of me remember New Year’s Eve. I know that I wasn’t blotto and I doubt that I made it to midnight but I couldn’t remember which couch I had fallen asleep on, Landfill or Houghton Lake. Well, no problem, I thought. I’ll just go back and look at my blahg for 12/31/08. Alas, it was a bunch of cryptic BS about my job and my so-called life. It said absolutely nothing about where I was and what I did that day. And yes, that’s me and that’s the Houghton Lake couch but that loverly webcam photo was *not* taken on New Year’s Eve.

So. Where am I tonight and what did I do today? I went to work! I got quite a bit done, if I do say so myself. There were maybe about five people in the building, including me, my boss, and one other team member. The boss decided we could leave just a wee bit early (don’t tell anybody) and I was thankful for that because people were chompin’ at the bit to get me to walk downtown for “happy hour” and dinner. So, I walked out to the parking lot. Something was funny about the Dogha. It looked almost a little forlorn. The Dogha is getting up into its dotage these days and it has a lot of miles on it but it really isn’t a forlorn-looking kind of vee-hickle. But forlorn was how it looked this afternoon. Or lopsided maybe? Yes. Lopsided. With good reason, given that the right rear tire was flat. Fortunately, driving over to my work to deal with a flat tire was probably about the most exciting thing the GG did today except maybe for the part where Einstein took a picture of his shirt. So he came over and put air in the tire (which had a screw embedded in it, btw) and drove it home and all was good.

And then, we walked down to the Old Town bar for a drink and a burger. Another couple was walking in behind us and the GG said, “Joe!” (a guy he works with) and then realized that it was *not* Joe. And we could have just left it at that except that after a minute or so, I realized that not only was it not Joe, it *was* somebody from *my* work, albeit not someone I know well. Which meant that on an evening when about the last thing I felt like doing was being social, I had to screw up my courage to walk over and explain about the GG and “Joe” and ‘fess up that I did recognize him and, well, Happy New Year!

And then we walked home and I am on my favorite Landfill backroom couch and there is no way I am going to make it to anywhere near midnight but that’s typical. And there you have it. Next year when I can’t remember where I was tonight, I can look it up and find out.

G’night and happy new year,

P.S. Which couch did you crash on? Or did you stay up to ring in twenty-ten?

6 Responses to “Which couch did you crash on?”

  1. jane Says:

    it’s 1:30 and I’m still awake. who woulda thunk it!

  2. Margaret Says:

    I’m getting ready to go to bed at 1:03 Pacific time. I don’t know why I can stay up so much later on New Year’s eve. Adrenaline? My husband is watching Twilight Zone in the other room and he is usually in bed by 10. I guess we’re just party animals. HA HA.

  3. Jay Says:

    2 AM was my curtain call, but that was after driving into the maw of the Seattle Center celebration left-overs to pick up daughter and friend. They were going to bus home, but the police had cordoned off so much area they did not think the busses (buses?) were going to get through.

  4. Kathy Farnell Says:

    Made it! We all stayed up until 1:30 or so. Houghton Lake was Rockin’!!

  5. l4827 Says:

    Was up till 2:30 with friends playing ‘O- hell’ (card game). Great time!
    Happy New Year.

  6. Tonya Says:

    I was up late, too (nearly 2:00 a.m.) — watching Dexter DVD episodes! Yeah, I’m addicted to a serial killer. Good way to ring in the new year, right?