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1 January 2008

my new year’s eve usually goes like this:

  • help make lots of finger food.
  • play games with family.
  • help eat lots of finger food.
  • make some half-hearted noise at midnight.
  • go to bed shortly thereafter.

sometimes they’re not even that exuberant–i’ve been known to go to bed well before midnight. new year’s just seems like a holiday to be celebrated with others. for years, i haven’t had friends around with whom to go dancing or to a party–not since my high school best friend got married when i was 21. and my family aren’t so much party people. or dancing people. and, to be totally honest, i never have anyone to kiss at midnight, which bothers me way more than it should.

this year the pajamas came out early, but not for early bedtime. they were the attire of choice for atomic ballroom‘s new year’s eve pajama jammie jam. so, after ramen (yummy) and wandering around isamu noguchi‘s california experience, j(wh) and i headed to atomic to change into jammies and dance the night away. when i told my mama that the party was a pajama party, she was duly horrified. she seemed to think it would be okay if it were just girls, but… Apparently men and women aren’t supposed to see each other in pajamas. so i figured i needed photographic evidence of The Great Pajama Scandal of 2007 (i needed some scandal of the year; good thing atomic stepped up and provided a last-minute opportunity).

the good people at atomic do know how to throw a party. big screen video gaming for those needing a break from dancing (not something i was interested in, but i suppose some people appreciated it). brightly colored helium balloons. streamers, party hats, and noisemakers. a breakfast buffet spread out not only on the table, but also hanging overhead (little boxes of cereal hung from the ceiling). an 11:00 midnight-in-arizona toast toast (in other words a toast made with toast). and of course great music and lots of dancing.

i spent most of the night dancing. everyone at atomic is so nice–especially for putting up with me and my beginner efforts at dancing. it helps so much to dance with leads who know what they’re doing. if only i could follow better… someday.

of course we took a break from dancing at midnight to ring in the new year with streamers and noisemakers and a sparkling cider toast. so much fun to be part of a group welcoming a new year. and of course so much fun to be there with j(wh). and i was right–new year’s is much better with someone to kiss.

it’s hard to pick a highlight of the night. but if i had to choose, i think i’d say it was the food i shared with j(wh). we bypassed the cookie cereal and just put oreo cookies in a bowl and poured milk over them, let them get good and soggy, and ate them with a spoon. yummy! yet more evidence that j(wh) is a man after my own heart. and i’m pretty sure the milk-soaked oreos are responsible for his beautiful arms. either that or the quaker oats.

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. 2 January 2008 11:19 am

    Yes, some of us Quakers love our guns!Mmmm…. Oreo cereal… That’s right, a boxed cereal for those without our ingenuity!

  2. 2 January 2008 2:34 pm

    ha! i love some of you quakers’ guns, too.and oreo cereal is for wusses. give me the real thing, complete with cream filling. mmmmyummy!

  3. 2 January 2008 7:44 pm

    Sounds more exciting than my night!!

  4. 9 January 2008 9:32 pm

    That sounds like such a blast!

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