Hello 2010, lets be friends

New Years has always seemed like a strange holiday to me. I mean the idea of celebrating a new year and bidding goodbye to the old one seems normal enough but I have never understood why everyone thinks that they should get really drunk to do it. I mean if you’re celebrating a new year, don’t you want to remember the first part of it? Apparently some people don’t want to but to be fair I usually don’t either on account of I generally fall asleep right after the ball drops. Which is exactly what I did this past new years. Except that I was in my hometown with my parents and my dog who ironically provided plenty of entertainment. Perhaps it was the sparkling wine, but nothing can be a better new years memory that hearing your mom call your dad a butthead (Ok I said it earlier but he so deserved it) or telling him to stop doing the ice cream and cake dance to and to just drink his dang champagne. This all happened before 7:30. Our entertainment for the evening consisted of a show called My Husband’s Three Wives (creepy), the Disney channel (my choice for its optimism), and some Lifetime movie called Sorority Wars (it got points for being realistic with the foam party but an ice luge- really!?!?). Sorority Wars didn’t last long so our new years consisted mostly of my mom and I reading and my dad, well, he was still being ridiculous with the ice cream and cake dance. The dog (who by conservative estimates is absolutely worshipped) just laid on her third of the couch and watched us all like we were crazy. Our new years was mostly reading, watching ridiculous shows on TV, being half asleep until right before the ball drops, and embracing the ridiculous in all of us. In other words, it was a perfectly wonderful new years. Although the ice luge would have been a nice added touch.