Twenty-Ten & The Hangover?

Happy New Year… Happy New Decade!

My NYE plans changed. I stayed in town. (Though I almost booked a last minute flight to Atlantic City to catch O.A.R., but had no partner in crime. Damn.) The formal welcome of 2010 was eh….not my cup o’ tea. It started out promising. Our evening commenced at a gorgeous hotel, that I had somehow managed not to venture prior to, and we found ourselves out on the veranda, under a bursting full Blue Moon shimmering on the Atlantic Ocean. A gas fire blazing a few steps away, a local band jammed poolside and all the beautiful people in my town were smartly dressed and meandering about. (Ahem, where have all these handsome dudes been hiding?)

There were five of us: 3 gals. 2 gents. The boys bellied up to the swanky bar and the two other girls decided to wander the dancing crowd while I chatted with another friend that was there. PERFECT atmosphere. I was excited to toast 2010 here.

::needle scratches across record::

The ladies return stating that we are leaving. Dude, WTS(hit)? Now ya see, the backstory is these two are *looking* for (read: stalking) certain someones and they are obviously not here. It’s 11:40. I’m protesting. I do NOT want to leave and certainly do NOT want to go where they are heading. (local meet/meat market that is fine and dandy on a “regular” night. However tonight, we are dressed up and dammit, I don’t want to leave.) I was out-voted and found it rude (at the time) to ditch the group I came with. Needless to say, I was in a bit of a foul mood the rest of the evening…(no, I couldn’t fake cheer or dig deep to muster up something a little genuine either.) “Happy New Year!…Woo Hoo!” (As beer splashes my beautifully manicured toes and I am bumped into for the hundredth freakin’ time…) *sigh*

I crashed at friend’s digs. The following morning held a parody of sorts when I went to grab the camera out of the car. I noticed light under the utility room door to the garage and thought, “ooops, left the door open all night.” I open door. Bay door is closed, light is on and pit pull is staring at me. Friend has no dog. Close door. Return to friend. “Errrr….why is there a dog in the garage?” She claims I’m “seeing things” and marches over to prove it. Open door. Pit bull staring at her. Close door. “WTF?” I bring my fingers to my mouth, making sure I have all of my teeth.

We still have NO IDEA how that happened…

So yeah, that was my exciting NYE.

That Was A Crazy Game of Poker ~ O.A.R.


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