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so i had a small flute of champagne last night. it was decent champagne, and i am not a fan of the stuff.
a couple of sips from the boyfriend's scotch glass. and here i am, i arrived at work bright and early at nine forty five. after ten minutes of scraping the last night's frost off the car, drinking the coffee i had set the timer to make last night, and a shower which nearly put me back to sleep.

i watched "the disturbing video" which i was not allowed to watch for the longest time, but at the great urging of long time friends was unveiled from the basement.
my eyes still haven't forgiven me.

it was much fun, my friends and i. the baytor tied a happy drunk on, as did the fighter pilot. the hardware sorcerer was falling asleep all over the house. and we were loud and raucous and having tons of fun. i was dressed to the nines, so much dressed to the nines that when one of the wednesday night role playing buddies stopped by, he avoided looking at me all night.

i attribute that to the possiblity of a booger the size of indiana hanging out of my nose, or the fact that the shiny satin shirt i was wearing was showing peeks of the blue lace bra underneath.
the garters and stockings might have done it as well. who knows?

the boyfriend and i nearly tore through the baytor's and hardware sorcerer's entire supply of kleenex. and i hope that was fine with them.

it was the boyfriend's and my fifth new year's eve together as a couple. but only the second of which we were able to kiss when the clock struck new.
and what a good kiss it was after all.