January 05, 2005

A fifth

Yeah, it’s the fifth. That is about right for my New Years Eve/Day recap. Considering I don’t know what the hell happened to most of 2004, I’m right on target.

We spent New Years with the same people we have since we met. The last four of those our friends, NQTYD and No Name Slob have hosted. They throw quite the shindig, and this year was no exception. All of the people we wanted to see were there, and of course the hosts are, as The Manolo would say, the super fantastic. As usual, I got all gussied up. I typically have a theme. One year, it was funky with fishnets and hot pants and boots. Two years ago was retro, with a seventies glitter thing going on. Last year was glam, sort of forties inspired all black and rhinestoney. This year I went vintage, Holly Golightly-style I wore a vintage 50’s black velvet and taffeta dress with my hair on top of my head. I wore an antique rhinestone broach of my great-grandmothers and earrings that I found at Target that matched eerily well. I felt pretty, which for me, takes a lot of work. I have never been one of those people that roll out of bed looking fantastic. I have to work hard at it. Anyone who has seen me at work knows this. Anyhow, I love a chance to get all gussied up, and to me, New Years is all about the gussying. G went for the black and silver thing, but in more of a modern rocker-boy style.

Now, prior to the evening, I told myself I was going to be well behaved. One glass of champagne for the toast, and home by one. Normally, I would never think to make such outrageous promises, but I had to work at 8-freaking-thirty in the morning. Yeah, that didn’t so much happen. I had two martinis, and a LOT of champagne. I was being polite and refilling my glass, but was instructed by the host that it was perfectly acceptable to just take the bottle. Me, being the ever-so-classy gal that I am, was happy to drink right from the bottle. It also gave me a chance to demonstrate the inappropriate nickname bestowed on me by my good friend Las*. It was possibly immortalized on video. Thank the gods we are already married (which is a story for another day).

We had a wonderful time. Got to have some good (well, they were for me, but when I have been drinking, my perception is skewed) discussions with Equipose. We discussed all manners of religion and politics, and of course, blogging. I fear that I talked too much, and kept him out too late to make his new year dip into Lake Minnetonka. I also heard a strange diatribe on the Psalms and their prophecies from another partygoer. I talked fashion and health with No Name. We discussed the Oscars and a bunch of other stuff. And the sign that we were out too damn late…the cat was let out of his room. Of course, I delight in getting to see the cat. He is too damn cute for his own good. I ate too much taco dip, drooled over some of No Name’s wardrobe, and generally made a drunken, sleepy fool of myself. I managed to make it to bed about 6:45, so I was able to get a pretty solid hour of sleep for my 8-hour shift. What is sad is I was doing better than the crew that came on at 2:30 in the afternoon. But, for me it was well worth it. I had a delightful time. I do apologize for any annoyance or inconvenience I caused anyone. And I do mean it, I will never be offended by anyone telling me to a) shut the hell up, or b) get the hell out.

*Background to the inappropriate nickname. She has had a few for some people, highlights including Mattress-back Michelle and Crazy Crackhead Carrie. I desperately wanted one of my own, so now my inappropriate nickname is Raven-dick-in-mouth. You know how sometimes when speaking, the words get all jumbled, and you pause and say, “let me try that again in English.” No? Just me? Anyway, a friend of G’s did that, only instead he said, “Let me try that again without the dick in my mouth.” Now, again, being so classy and refined, I adopted the saying. So, Las in mentioning me to a friend, the friend was trying to place me. Las says, you know, Raven dick-in-mouth. Hence, the name stuck. I even posed for her camera phone so that when I call a little photo of me simulating said nickname pops up. G’s nickname is “Popular with the Preteens.” This would be because of a shopping excursion to Hot Topic in which I was in the fitting room trying on some things, and he was trying on a coat (over his clothes, thus no need for the fitting room). There was a gaggle of girls, roughly twelve, thirteen, who were all giggling over him and the coat. Hence, his nickname. And of course, since I never give him a hard time, this never comes up. Unfortunately, Las has no inappropriate nickname, which is sad, considering she is the originator of the inappropriate nickname.

Posted by raven at January 5, 2005 11:31 PM
Comments

If it helps, I have a chronic case of after-party self-loathing. I'm always quite certain that everything I said to anyone was not only uninteresting and stupid, but quite inappropriate and probably way too revealing. This condition is always especially bad after New Year's, as I manage to surprise myself anew, EACH AND EVERY YEAR, by getting roaring drunk after about a drink and a half--well under my usual quota--due to eating next to nothing all day and having a seriously revved-up metabolism fueled by pre-party panic.


So.


I'm pretty much with you all the way.


At any rate, though, I'm very glad you and G came, and although I know I gushed (inappropriately, no doubt) about it at the party, I ADORED the Holly Golightly ensemble. I particularly loved the hair, darling. :)

Posted by: no name slob at January 6, 2005 12:37 AM

Popular with Preteens, huh? You never told us this. Of course you never mention this, so how could you?

Glad you guys made it to the party and I'll second nns's sentiment. Smashing hair.

Posted by: NQTYD at January 6, 2005 12:45 AM

Aw shucks you guys. We just got back pics, so I will post the 'do as soon as we load them. Thanks for the love.
And nqtyd...the popularity with the preteens was discussed in the kitchen at some point. It was enough to spark me into my high-pitched preteen imitation on the way home. Or was that on the way to work? It was somewhere. We'll be sure to tell you all about it sometime.

Posted by: Raven at January 6, 2005 10:52 PM
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