January 2, 2018 by phicks2012
To begin with, you don’t have to concern yourself with dodging vehicular inebriates on the way home, or — let’s face it — on the way out, because some folks are always determined to get a head start on melting a breathalizer, right? 😉
You also don’t have to worry about getting your own staggering self home after midnight past the lurking police cruisers if you’ve maybe imbibed just a tad too much for your own good. Holiday spirits — if they include being haunted by Captain Morgan, Jack Daniels, or Jose Cuervo — rarely allow you the luxury of keeping your car entirely between the lines, and the Constabulary rarely has much of a sense of humor when you ask “What ditch?” (Just kidding. NEVER drive drunk, okay?)
You don’t have to rush out and buy libations and foodstuffs to take along to whatever festivities you might be attending — or about meeting someone who might not actually show up because (while they made plans with you months previously) they either forgot about it or else got a better invitation to some place with an open bar and gourmet cheese dip. 😉
You don’t have to fret about laboring to host a party yourself either — festooning your domicle with streamers and/or balloons, and preparing massive bowls and trays of refreshments only to have two people show up because the rest obviously decided to go bowling, water their houseplants, or to watch The Real Housewives instead. 😉
Nope. You can curl up under a soft, warm comforter with a good movie or a trashy book, a purring cat, a favorite libation, and bunny slippers, and maybe watch celebrants shivering in Times Square. Or not. LOL, I actually watched a DVR recording of the Georgia-Auburn SEC Championship football game, among other things — GO DAWGS!– while getting in the mood for the Rose Bowl game on New Year’s Day! So There!! Besides, that game TOOK some getting ready for! What a cliff-hanger!! Double Overtime? Can I add another GO DAWGS!!! ?
Yep. This New Year’s Eve I lounged lazily at home under a Sherpa throw, wearing a totally-unstylish-but-cuddly flannel nightgown and thick soft socks, sipping hot “fortified” coffee, watching TV, and casting an occasional glance at my clock to see if it was still 2017.
Eventually, it wasn’t. It was 2018, and my neighbors were setting off fireworks that resounded all around and sounded like either a commercial display or a police shoot-out. I wished my Facebook friends a Happy New Year, drank a toast to 2018 (the Captain can haunt me all he wants if I don’t have to drive), and treated myself to a slice of Cheesecake just because I COULD, damnit!! LOL
So, from my comfy and decadent recliner, I wish you all a Happy New Year as well, and hope that 2018 will prove to be a stellar year for you, even if you don’t meet your soulmate, win a Nobel or Pulitzer Prize, or buy a winning lottery ticket! 😉
Oh! And may you win a National Football Championship…if you happen to be a UGA fan! 😉