Somebody please tell me I'm not the only one staying in tonight. I do have a party to go to but last night Jonny and I decided not to go. We both get up early and a lot of stuff gets done in a day and we're both tired by the end of it and you want us to stay up how late? The party is way up in the mountains, about a 45 minute drive on dark, twisty mountain roads with the drunk people and various furry woodland creatures jumping out in front of you at the last possible moment to have a gander at your headlights. And the party is starting right about the time I usually start nodding off to sleep on the couch. Then there was the fiasco last year when Jonny got really really drunk and I was the designated driver which was fine except that he was the only one who knew how to get to the main road and we were driving around and around and around on icy skating rink mountain dirt roads in the pitch black, high winds drifting fresh snow onto the ice and no signs on any of the roads and way WAY past my bedtime and about -20 degrees outside on the freezing cold mountain. I was not happy and I was not shy about letting him know. He was lucky he was drunk and did not remember much of the not so nice things I had to say or the volume at which I said them.
So this year we'll be fighting the dogs for the couch and watching a movie and nodding off to sleep while our friends are only just starting to whoop it up. Can't even blame it on being old since many of them are older than us. Oh well, throw some confetti and make some noise at midnight for me, I'll be happily snoozing away.