I found a link to Heather B. Armstrong's blog on Karin Gillespie's site, and I have been having an absolute ball reading her Dooced archives. Her blog is hilarious, sad, and poignant all at the same time.
Check it out.
Friday, January 07, 2005
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Happy New Year!
First, a moment of silence for the victims of the terrible Tsunami, who didn't make it with us into the new year and for all the other souls that have gone on. My heart goes out to them all. (Moment of silence commencing now for ten seconds before reading on. Please close your eyes for a ten second moment of silence.)
New Years was fun. I partied, drank and was quite merry -- to the point, I found myself channeling Beyoncé while dancing to "Lose My Breath." Let's just say I had the wild blonde hair thing going for me. I also found that I channeled Fergie of the Black Eyed Peas, Chaka Khan, and a poorly coordinated Ciara. And I was extremely happy to sing along to Usher's "Yeah."
Then we all (my family, Nigel, and friends) decided to turn to ABC's local news program for the countdown. Sadly, we missed the ball drop and Regis an hour earlier -- too busy dancing. Back to the ABC thing. Anyway, their clock said 11:59, with thirty-seconds to go, but at twenty-nine seconds, the crowd at Navy Pier were on their own clock, and began counting down ten seconds early. Well, Channel Seven made sure we knew that they had the correct time. And there's like twenty-three more seconds to go, when their clock jumps to the ten-second countdown. I guess their clock wasn't so accurate after all.
There we were: champagne flutes in hand, noise makers, and those shimmery long flutes that makes that horrible wailing sound poised and ready to go, and we're not even sure if we're in 2005 or still in 2004. But when "Let's Get It Started" pumped on, we put it behind us, and brought in the New Year with lots of noise and champagne.
I, blessed.
New Years was fun. I partied, drank and was quite merry -- to the point, I found myself channeling Beyoncé while dancing to "Lose My Breath." Let's just say I had the wild blonde hair thing going for me. I also found that I channeled Fergie of the Black Eyed Peas, Chaka Khan, and a poorly coordinated Ciara. And I was extremely happy to sing along to Usher's "Yeah."
Then we all (my family, Nigel, and friends) decided to turn to ABC's local news program for the countdown. Sadly, we missed the ball drop and Regis an hour earlier -- too busy dancing. Back to the ABC thing. Anyway, their clock said 11:59, with thirty-seconds to go, but at twenty-nine seconds, the crowd at Navy Pier were on their own clock, and began counting down ten seconds early. Well, Channel Seven made sure we knew that they had the correct time. And there's like twenty-three more seconds to go, when their clock jumps to the ten-second countdown. I guess their clock wasn't so accurate after all.
There we were: champagne flutes in hand, noise makers, and those shimmery long flutes that makes that horrible wailing sound poised and ready to go, and we're not even sure if we're in 2005 or still in 2004. But when "Let's Get It Started" pumped on, we put it behind us, and brought in the New Year with lots of noise and champagne.
I, blessed.
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