Although I initially felt awful for chickening out of driving up to Lake George for New Year’s Eve, I ended up having a wonderful and disturbing night. Headed over to the crackhouse for a night of project mayhem. Dancing, drinking, watching “Evil Dead 2"...it really doesn’t get much better. I’ve said before that my only goal on any given new year’s is to have fun and kiss someone at midnight. Well, once again, mission accomplished. I got to kiss 3 people- one was a lovely platonic kiss at midnight, the next was the first in a series from a potential new suitor (those Irish boys are trouble), and the last sealed a promise with someone that I should have quit before I ever met him. I’m a little scared of the girl who came to the party with the Irish, but since she told me she wasn’t feeling the chemistry with him, I took that as enough of a hint from the universe that I should go for it. Ended up out in my car talking to him (yes, seriously just talking) til 5:30 am, and left reluctantly even then. This was apparently the right thing to do, cause he already called today. Whoo hoo!

This is where it gets weird. I knew from the beginning of the evening that I was getting sick, and by the time I got home, it was full on swollen glands and coughing up junk. I was still a bit buzzed, but I knew that Moz had antibiotics in the medicine cabinet from recent dental work. I took one and settled in to watch some of the Marx Brothers marathon til I could fall asleep. (Lady: “Hold me closer darling...Closer still” Harpo Marx: “If I hold you any closer, I’ll be behind you.”) About a half hour into this, I started to feel very strange. Spacey even. It was at this point that I remembered that Moz also had Vicodin in the cabinet from same said dental work. I immediately saw visions of Brian Epstein’s untimely death and began to sweat profusely. My throat didn’t hurt anymore, but I didn’t really notice. I stayed up til 10am, freaking but still having fun with my crazy thoughts. I then dreamt of performance art and Chinese incest victims and woke up after a few hours of horrible sleep. I love it, but sometimes the weirdness of my life is a wee bit too much even for me...

I hope everyone else’s night rocked too!!!