Sure, we look awake and ready to ring in the New Year (well, I do anyway), but this was taken at 9pm - we were home by 10, and it was a real struggle to stay awake until midnight.
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).
Alka-Seltzer, the cocktail of choice on New Year's Day
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)!
Happy New Year! Boyfriend and I were equally (happily) lame, going out to dinner and then in bed before midnight (I annoyingly made sure he was awake when the clock struck 12, though). That parade sounds like hell. I. Would. Never.
Hey, ain’t nothing wrong with lame!
I am a dispatcher the Sheriff’s Department and I worked the midnight shift Dec 31st. So I rang in the New Year taking calls about bar fights, domestic disputes and people complaining because they heard gun shots. It is amazing to me how people can be so drunk, they have no idea where they are, can’t identify a single building or landmark around them, but can still operate their cell phone to call 911 and demand we use our psychic powers to figure out where they are before they bleed to death.
I am considering running for public office to enact a law prohibiting any person of less than average intelligence from leaving the confines of their home. This would not only make 911 dispatchers happy, but should be of benefit to most of the public in general.
Oh wow, tat sounds unbelievably irritating. And by the way, if you win and get that law passed, then I’m moving to your town.
You were a big hero in my house around midnight when I put together the Champagne Royale. The wife: “Knocked it out of the park. And you know me, I don’t really like champagne.”
Then the next day dawned and once the hangovers had been assessed, you became the anti-Christ. Funny how that works.
Oh no! Champagne hangovers are the WORST! Still, anti-Christ seems a little harsh…wait, do I get to spit fire? Because I think I’d like that.
You get to spit fire AND fly. Plus, you don’t have to obey any rules. It’s a pretty sweet gig.
Cool, I’m in.
thank gawd I never get a champagne hangover. I live for my bubbly. There just is not bad time to pop a cork. I am terribly sorry about your “incarceration”. I cannot imagine how it feels. I live over the hill and am faulking sick to death of all the Rose Bowl, Rose Parade nonsense…..key-ryst you must be ready to shank a florist.
No champagne hangover? Someone needs to study you, woman! I’ve never known anyone who could go at it with bubbles without having serious spins the following day!
I DID make it till midnight, but only out of a sense of obligation to not be entirely boring just yet. Plus, I ate so many freaking melty cheese things, I felt like walking garbage.
Walking garbage…yes, that sounds like a hangover. A cheese hangover, sure, but a hangover all the same.
The Rose Parade is the Best. Parade. Ever. Forget Macy’s’ dumbass balloons and stupid show-tunes. Floats so big they have hydraulics to pull them down under the overpass, marching bands and…although I hate all beauty-pageant related nonsense, a Queen of the Parade!
I would SO camp out to see that – but only if I could then go to the game, too.
I guess I’m just a parade hater. I lived (unfortunately) in Hollywood for a looong time. They have a yearly Christmas parade, and every single year my street was where they kept the horses. Every. Year. And no one came to clean up afterward. It was disgusting, and I’ve disliked parades ever since.
No hangover for moi. Praise the Baby Jeebus. I drank 3 Ciroc dirty martinis and watched a Big Bang Theory marathon until it was officially 2012, and then I went to bed. How exciting is my life?
Yesterday there was a Deadly Women marathon on Discovery ID all day. That made me incredibly happy.
Happy 2012, dollface!
I’d never heard of Deadly Women, but I just googled it and it looks awesome!
Last night we watched Tabloid – have you seen it?
Have not seen Tabloid but sounds like something I need to see. I’m so addicted to true crime shows about women who kill that Dan generally sleeps with one eye open. If you haven’t, you should check out Snapped! and Facing Evil with Candice DeLong. (I have issues.)
I didn’t know the Rose Parade had such madness surrounding it. Other than the gluing of millions of flowers onto shit, of course.
Went out to dinner, stoically stayed up past 12, then fell asleep. I’m not a big New Year’s fan, anyway.
Did Kenbie and Barben keep you company?
Wow. So now the seedy unbelly of the Rose Bowl Parade is laid bare for all to see. I just watched the game, which was good. I don’t really care for parades.
I stayed up past midnight, but probably only because I took a nap earlier in the day. I was prepared, bitches!! Cuz, yeah, that is normally past my bedtime.
And hey, I need you to come live with me for a while and just mix up lots of fun concoctions for me to try. I don’t have half the stuff you list for your drinks, butI am otherwise pretty well stocked, so can you just come be my personal bartender? Cool, thanks. I pay in small children’s quips. Totally worth it!
Yeah, I will totally be your personal martini mixer – I love small kid’s quips!