It’s pretty scary to think that all of the Y2K jazz was TEN years ago. I still have a pretty vivid memory of what I did that night—my best friend Liz came over, and she and I, along with the rest of my family, made crazy party hats and had a contest. At midnight, we all ran outside screaming and banging on pots and pans. I have pictures of us dancing in the driveway in our pajamas (we were 14).
This past New Year’s Eve was fun—we spent it with some of my friends from school. On New Years Day, we went to my parents’ house for dinner. It was kind of nice because it was the first time I remember ALL of my family being together at the same time—both my parents, all 4 of us kids, and all of the significant others. Here is some documentation, courtesy of Alan:
I decided that Parcheesi is a horrid game of death, and that Pictionary is more fun when NOT played by the rules. (Hilarious moment was when my mom was trying to draw "Little Women" and I yelled out, "Boobs!"). Best quote of the night came from my sister Katie, telling me: “You’re gross because you have lice!” (Which, to be clear, I do not).
I was actually pretty sick during all of this though—I started feeling bad on New Year’s Eve and it never let up. I even had to miss my lunch date with my brother Greg, newly returned from France, due to the fever, which I was really sad about. In the past 2 days I have gone through 4 full boxes of tissues, filled an entire 13-gallon trash bag with the used ones, drank 4 pitchers of Kool-Aid, and slept for a total of about 6 hours. What a way to ring in the new year! At least I have a week to recover before we go back to school.
And with that said, I should probably stop covering my laptop with snot.