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nagi_schwarzFirst off, please forgive typos, because I'm typing in the dark. Yes, bad for my eyes, I know. Yesterday was boring. The most interesting thing we did was wash our cars. I read. Mom and I watched TV. But boring is good, because boring is relaxing.
Today...well, technically it's the new year, but hey, this entry is about new year's eve. The day started off lamely. Charlie came over to hang out. He got lost on the way here - he would not be the last - but was lucky and had a cellphone. We chatted, watched Donnie Brasco and more or less chilled. He is one of the few males in this world that Audi the dog likes. He still has a bit of a cold, but we hung out until Marty and Josh called. Lost. On the other side of town. The south side, wherein we live on the north. I tried to talk them here, but it didn't work, so I called them again, and they were still lost, so Dad climbed into his shiny orange truck and we hunted them down. They were down near Ivins. Josh was sure that he could make it with his nifty internet instructions, but I am generally disinclined to trust them because they have led me astray before. But once he and Marty had safely arrived, we finished the movie and talked. I felt bad, because poor Charlie was out of the loop most of the time, but Marty managed to drag him into the conversation every now and again. My mother was aghast when she heard what sorts of the food the boys had been subsisting on and made us a wonderful dinner (cheers, mom! Love you). There was an emergency, so she had to head off and help my sister, so my dad took over in feeding the hordes of teenage boys. Then I picked up Emily, and we headed off to First Night together.
The one other time I made it till midnight was in high school, and I was so cold that I ended up huddled beneath a pile of blankets in the back of Derrick's car, and I watched the fireworks display through his foggy back window. This year...well...I feel sort of bad, dragging the guys around until we found the DDR, at which point Emily and I completely spaced out. I'm not as good on the metal pads, and they were wet so I kept slipping, but there was only one other guy around who was level with me, on the heavy and all, but it was good fun. Josh and Marty took off, because it was raining here and probably snowing in Cedar and Josh had to get back for work. Then Charlie took off to go meet some friend, so it was just me and Emily. And we proved to ourselves and the world that a pair of nerdy girls can have a whole load of fun without the boys, and that nerdy girls last the longest. We hid in the tabernacle and listened to a pretty awesome woman play the guitar and sing while it stormed pretty heftily outside - sheets of water on the windows, lightning, the works. Near the end of the woman's performance, at around nine forty five, fireworks just started exploding. For a moment I thought it was the civil war all over again and we should hit the decks because we were being shelled, but someone said that they did the fireworks early because of the bad weather. Emily and I were a little sad that they were ending the party early, so after the woman sang - and she sang through all the noise, a real professional - we headed off in search of the loo. We ended up in the old art center building, and here the fun began. There was supposed to be salsa dancing, and we could hear a live band up the stairs from the bathroom, so we went to check it out. Oh year. Live band and swing music.
And we learned this. The problem with dances is that the music sucks, everything's cramped and no one dances. In this place, there was an awesome live band, lots of space - most people were gone - and people danced. We didn't care that we had no boys, we just got out there and danced, and had some of the best fun of our lives. When Emily loosens up she's a good dancer, so we just threw ourselves out there and had some fun. A couple of times I noticed dateless guys casing us out, but they never asked us to dance and I didn't care. We spun around the dancefloor to cool old school music and just rocked ourselves out. Dancing is the best thing in the world if you're willing to let loose. I noticed lots of people staring at us, and I couldn't decide if they thought we were lesbians (I'm paranoid about that now, thanks to you all) or were wondering about my shirt. On the front it said "anime" in katakana, but on the back in English it read "drugs are cheaper." Emily and I would sit out the slow dances, but dance on all the fast ones. We were determined to make it to midnight. After all, we couldn't legitimately call ourselves young if we couldn't make it to just midnight. We took a break for some quick energy by way of ice cream, and then finished out the night dancing. We headed up Main Street after the band's last song and caught the leftover fireworks and the new year. The fireworks were gorgeous, and I'm glad they had some left over.
So it's a new year. A new chapter, a clean page, a blank slate. What will I do with it? We shall see.
On the way home I played "Seasons of Love" from Rent, because it seemed the best song for the moment. "Remember a year in the life of friends," and measure it in love.
I love you all, even those of you who cannot or do not read this. Happy new year, friends, and let's make it a year for all of us, all right?
Goodbye to the old year...
and to many more uses of this in the new...
Today...well, technically it's the new year, but hey, this entry is about new year's eve. The day started off lamely. Charlie came over to hang out. He got lost on the way here - he would not be the last - but was lucky and had a cellphone. We chatted, watched Donnie Brasco and more or less chilled. He is one of the few males in this world that Audi the dog likes. He still has a bit of a cold, but we hung out until Marty and Josh called. Lost. On the other side of town. The south side, wherein we live on the north. I tried to talk them here, but it didn't work, so I called them again, and they were still lost, so Dad climbed into his shiny orange truck and we hunted them down. They were down near Ivins. Josh was sure that he could make it with his nifty internet instructions, but I am generally disinclined to trust them because they have led me astray before. But once he and Marty had safely arrived, we finished the movie and talked. I felt bad, because poor Charlie was out of the loop most of the time, but Marty managed to drag him into the conversation every now and again. My mother was aghast when she heard what sorts of the food the boys had been subsisting on and made us a wonderful dinner (cheers, mom! Love you). There was an emergency, so she had to head off and help my sister, so my dad took over in feeding the hordes of teenage boys. Then I picked up Emily, and we headed off to First Night together.
The one other time I made it till midnight was in high school, and I was so cold that I ended up huddled beneath a pile of blankets in the back of Derrick's car, and I watched the fireworks display through his foggy back window. This year...well...I feel sort of bad, dragging the guys around until we found the DDR, at which point Emily and I completely spaced out. I'm not as good on the metal pads, and they were wet so I kept slipping, but there was only one other guy around who was level with me, on the heavy and all, but it was good fun. Josh and Marty took off, because it was raining here and probably snowing in Cedar and Josh had to get back for work. Then Charlie took off to go meet some friend, so it was just me and Emily. And we proved to ourselves and the world that a pair of nerdy girls can have a whole load of fun without the boys, and that nerdy girls last the longest. We hid in the tabernacle and listened to a pretty awesome woman play the guitar and sing while it stormed pretty heftily outside - sheets of water on the windows, lightning, the works. Near the end of the woman's performance, at around nine forty five, fireworks just started exploding. For a moment I thought it was the civil war all over again and we should hit the decks because we were being shelled, but someone said that they did the fireworks early because of the bad weather. Emily and I were a little sad that they were ending the party early, so after the woman sang - and she sang through all the noise, a real professional - we headed off in search of the loo. We ended up in the old art center building, and here the fun began. There was supposed to be salsa dancing, and we could hear a live band up the stairs from the bathroom, so we went to check it out. Oh year. Live band and swing music.
And we learned this. The problem with dances is that the music sucks, everything's cramped and no one dances. In this place, there was an awesome live band, lots of space - most people were gone - and people danced. We didn't care that we had no boys, we just got out there and danced, and had some of the best fun of our lives. When Emily loosens up she's a good dancer, so we just threw ourselves out there and had some fun. A couple of times I noticed dateless guys casing us out, but they never asked us to dance and I didn't care. We spun around the dancefloor to cool old school music and just rocked ourselves out. Dancing is the best thing in the world if you're willing to let loose. I noticed lots of people staring at us, and I couldn't decide if they thought we were lesbians (I'm paranoid about that now, thanks to you all) or were wondering about my shirt. On the front it said "anime" in katakana, but on the back in English it read "drugs are cheaper." Emily and I would sit out the slow dances, but dance on all the fast ones. We were determined to make it to midnight. After all, we couldn't legitimately call ourselves young if we couldn't make it to just midnight. We took a break for some quick energy by way of ice cream, and then finished out the night dancing. We headed up Main Street after the band's last song and caught the leftover fireworks and the new year. The fireworks were gorgeous, and I'm glad they had some left over.
So it's a new year. A new chapter, a clean page, a blank slate. What will I do with it? We shall see.
On the way home I played "Seasons of Love" from Rent, because it seemed the best song for the moment. "Remember a year in the life of friends," and measure it in love.
I love you all, even those of you who cannot or do not read this. Happy new year, friends, and let's make it a year for all of us, all right?
Goodbye to the old year...
and to many more uses of this in the new...
