c’ novi’m godom, horoshiye drugi.
You know what’s nice about not drinking? Being able to get up early on New Year’s Day1. As predicted, being single on New Year’s Eve was strange, but not bad. I had an awesome time at Lee’s. The boys in ‘Trailer Trash’ were decked out in full drag, with makeup and hair professionally done by the girls from the Guthrie, including April. At midnight, I found myself dancing to bad 70s rock with a guy that looked like Sammy Hagar twenty years ago, stupid sunglasses and all. We hugged, but there was no smoochin’, god be praised. I guess it could’ve been worse: he might have been David Lee Roth. Shiver. I was home by 1:15am and in bed with my cats, in accordance with my latest old-lady trend. I woke up this morning to find Chiva squeezed between the pillows, peering at me and squeaking. Chloe and Cocoa were spooning in the far corner of the bed, yawning and stretching in unison like some fat, furry water ballet troupe. I decided that my days as an old lady are numbered2. This fine evening, Stephanie and I went to see ‘Big Fish’, along with every other human being in the Twin Cities. On the way home, we devised a new rating system for movies. We called it the ‘cleavage trickle’, for the times when a movie is so good, it makes you cry hard enough for tears to run all the way down between your boobs. We are happy to report that we both give this film a one-tear rating. I still give ‘Lost in Translation’ two tears, however. It’s that great. Sweet dreams, tovarishii’.3Jenni
1 For those of you who don’t understand the point of getting up early, it’s to fit more into your day. I finished the laundry, cleaned the kitchen, took down the xmas tree and all the holiday accoutrements, updated 404lab.com, wrapped up my words project, went to the coffeeshop, went to Walgreens (are you as frightened by the people who shop at Walgreens as I am? and I’m one of them, apparently), talked on the phone for a long time, and went to the Y. Now I’m dyeing my hair an obnoxious shade of orange, right as you’re probably dragging your lazy ass out of bed.
2 And that number is 2; I had very wholesome plans for today. Tomorrow is another story entirely.
3 After that Russian art exhibit yesterday, I can’t get the language out of my head. Funny, considering I’ve all but forgotten it. I even looked up the text to my favorite poem and read it out loud to myself. I am definitely still a geek.