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HAPPY AUGHT-SEVEN!!

Wow, it’s off to a good start. Except, well, the working thing, but apparently that’s obligatory. Someone please inform me if I’m wrong about that, because I’d be happy to stop.

Saturday after I bid you farewell, we decided to forego viewing the Mariucci Classic in person, and went to Lyle’s for hockey-viewing instead. Mariucci may have pretzels, but it does not have happy hour. Cindi joined us, and we watched the Gophers reach the 20-game unbeaten mark. ROCK. Afterward, we watched The Italian Job, which of course was what originally sparked my interest in obtaining a Miguel of my own, and I confess that I’ve been driving far more maniacally since. It’s a good thing we don’t have a subway system here.

Sunday, I was all ambitious in the midday hours, and decided to take my tree down after cleaning mi casa. I was sad to see the xmas tree go so soon, but it’s nice to have an entire room back. I stopped short of rearranging my living/dining room furniture (all five pieces), only because that would mean I have to rehang all the artwork. Once I have frames for my 37,000 new posters, I will tackle this job.

I gave the snowstorm plenty of time to make driving really frightening, then headed over to Cindi’s for the New Year’s Eve Panty Raid / Topless Pillowfight. There were six of us playing Girl Talk, painting each others’ fingernails, eating pizza and snacks, and watching Pretty in Pink. In short, it was AWESOME. We may have even had a group kegel exercise session. At midnight, we popped the corks (or in Cindi’s case, the screw-top) of our champagne bottles and toasted. Within half an hour, we were all dripping champagne and smeared with whipped cream.

Round about 1am or so, we decided to do like the previous year, and wander down to the park. On the way, we grabbed a shovel out of someone’s yard, and carried it with us. I climbed a tree overhanging a creek in the park (in my pajama bottoms, dudes). We shoveled part of the plaza and poured out a little champagne to our fallen not-present homies. On the walk back, we shoveled all the walks of the giant houses along Colfax, then returned the shovel to the yard from whence it came. I really, really hope some old rich dude was looking out his window, watching a bunch of drunk girls in pajamas shovel his front steps.

I went home close to 3am because the prospect of spending the night in my sleeping bag with my now fully-developed cold was too much to bear. I’m really glad for that decision, for I jumped out of bed around 10am feeling fine, whereas my other homies were, well, kind of fallen. I went over to Matt’s in the afternoon and found him laying on the floor, assembling the HOBO JUNGLE. He’s pretty much my favorite, ever.

Very shortly, I am headed to Moxie for the haircutting and gossiping about local celebrities, to be followed by the fightingknitting, and then the customary visit to Town Talk. As it’s 2007 now, we must be welcome again.

Right?
Jenni