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HAPPY AUGHT-SEVEN!!<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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<\/i>, 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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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<\/i>, painting each others’ fingernails, eating pizza and snacks, and watching Pretty in Pink<\/i>. 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.<\/p>\n

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<\/strike> 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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

Very shortly, I am headed to Moxie for the haircutting and gossiping about local celebrities, to be followed by the fighting<\/strike>knitting, and then the customary visit to Town Talk. As it’s 2007 now, we must be welcome again.<\/p>\n

Right?
Jenni<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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