For most of you, today is probably Sunday 2.0 and a continuation of New Year’s Day. I think, anyway, since it’s the observed holiday. Which is good news for those individuals that partied so hard on Saturday they have a two day hangover (my husband is okay this morning, but yesterday he downed the Alka-Seltzer right after we shot the photo. Margaritas were not his friend).
Anyway, we spent yesterday cleaning the hell out of our place, and today, we vegetate. To tell you the truth, I am glad the holidays are finally over. It’s been fun and all, but I need a little normalcy.
Usually on January 1st we blow up the air mattress and park ourselves in the living room to watch movies all day long. It sounds incredibly lazy, I know, but we can’t really leave the house. No, really, at least not in a car. Why? Because we live in lovely Pasadena, home of the Rose Parade. Ninety-nine percent of the time I love Pasadena, except for this parade thing, mostly because the roads are blocked, and tourists come from all over the place to camp out in the streets. I just don’t get it.
When I say people are camped out, I am not kidding. There are RVs all over the sides of roads, people are sprawled on mattresses on the sidewalks, bbq grills are everywhere and emit smells of charred meat, people bring picnic benches, heaters, all sorts of crap. It’s freaking bizarre, especially because the parade is like an hour and a half, yet the camp out begins two days before. Leprechauns would have to be prancing through the streets throwing gold doubloons in the air in order for me to willingly sleep on the sidewalk.
Last night we had dinner with some friends. They drove in with their camper so they could take their kids to the parade. After we ate we dropped them back at their camper, which was about a block and a half from the parade route. They insisted we walk up to Colorado Blvd to see the madness. It looked like a freaking war zone. People were everywhere, fires were burning so the air was filled with smoke, and cars driving by were getting pelted with tortillas covered in what appeared to be either cake frosting, whipped cream, or cream cheese. Who the hell knows? It may have been all three. Our friend’s kids were beside themselves with glee – I thought they were going to pop from all the stimulation. The eldest wanted to know why they were throwing pancakes, and of course, wanted to throw things too. It was like a dream for a nine-year-old boy, since it’s probably the only acceptable scenario to throw shit at moving vehicles.
What about you guys? Did you have fun? Make it until midnight? And most importantly, did anyone make an Apocalypse? Because that drink was my crowning cocktail of 2011.
I hope all of you had a wonderful New Year, and if today is a continuation of it, then enjoy! Time to dry out folks (unless you planned on making The Apocalypse today, in which case dry out tomorrow)!