My head is throbbing, my mouth tastes like Pine Sol, and I can’t find my pants – as far as New Years go, I think we did this one properly.

We’re all starting to show signs of wear and tear though, and the party was one of the more low key ones we’ve had. This is okay – I don’t think I’ve ever been to as many events in a single month as the past December had lined up. I’m all for debauchery and rafter-swinging, but since we’ve literally partied hearty 10 times in the last 30 days by my Google Calendar watch, quiet is good. Quiet is needed.

That’s not to say we didn’t have an awesome time, though. Many people showed up; the usual suspects and even some new faces. My Friend Lisa played their first gig, which was awesome. There was a keg, and so much food, and a kitten. Gillian was there! She flew in from Kelowna for kisses! At one point in the evening, I laughed so hard I literally cried. It was a good, solid NYE.

Idiosyncratic tendencies, I haz them: I started the night wearing a cute dress I had bought off eBay, with fishnets and boots. It was cute enough, but I was highly uncomfortable – the dress was far shorter than anything I’ve worn, and an hour or so in I was feeling so awkward that it was affecting my ability to have fun. Luckily, I had anticipated this happening so I packed a change of clothes just in case. I peeled off the dress and fishnet tights, and gleefully pulled on a pair of jeans and a tank top. When primping in the mirror, I was faced with a near-obscene reminder of my own duplicistic nature – heavens no, I could never wear a short dress! That would be tacky! A shirt cut down to my sternum, however – clearly this is both appropriate and suitable to wear in mixed company! Yeah, I changed out of a perfectly decent dress because I was showing too much skin – only to change into something much, much worse. Knees are slutty. Boobs are fantastic.

I plan to do absolutely nothing today, as to properly enjoy this first day of 2010. Tomorrow I’m making a run for the border with the girls, and then I have to figure out how to get back to my usual routine of awkward and inappropriate.

Happy New Year, everyone!

reilly, shan and darren rock out

happy new year!