Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Time Flies - When You Feel Like Crap

Every year.  I'm serious - just about every year that I can remember, I get sick for the holidays.  Usually right at Christmas but sometimes it comes on around New Years.  Such is the case this year.  I squeaked by CMas for the most part, but am sitting here in my fuzzy robe and socks, hair stringy and flat, nose red as Rudolph's with a mountain of Kleenex next to my keyboard and one stuffed up each nostril.  My husband is such a lucky man.

And on top of everything we decided this year would be a great year to start a new holiday tradition - hosting our "first annual" NYE party.  It sounded like a great idea at the time - and would be still - if I could breathe.  Or swallow.  But at this point, since my symptoms didn't come on in full force until yesterday there is no turning back.  You can't cancel NYE for 20 of your friends.  I just wish I felt tremendously better.  I wish I had the energy to be the hostess with the mostest.  Instead I'll probably greet everyone, make sure all the food is out and drinks are filled, and then I imagine around 10:00 I will leave hubby to entertain the masses and excuse myself off to bed.   Neato.  

You know, I cannot really remember a NYE that has lived up to the hype.  Last year, due to the caucus (and hubby's lack of understanding of advance reservations) we had no where to go eat.  When we did find someplace that could still fit us in, our little one decided not to cooperate and got very sick.  We spent the evening with my parents at our house eating pizza and playing Sequence.  It was fun, but not exactly the stuff movie scripts are made of.  

So on top of an already crappy holiday season (I'll probably explain more at some point - maybe not...) I now get to spend my NYE sick with 20 drunk people in my house.  I'm just cranky I don't get to be one of them.


Anonymous said...

Don't feel bad - but I hope you're feeling better. I have about given up on any type of NYE celebration other than a glass of sparkling wine (or in my case - whine). The last NYE party I went to was 4 years ago. I had two gal pals up in Ames at the barn and one decided to host an intimate NYE party for the 3 couples. She then proceeded to invite 7 additional couples - 1 of whom brought her teenage daughter - who helped make the food and had an undiagnosed case of menigitis. Yum.

It gets better, the plans were that my hubby and I would spend the night and me and my BFF would go and ride in the AM and then we would drive home. Except for the ice storm that hit at about 3AM - stranding us in the house - with my BFF and her hubby - and their 2 kids. It became painfully clear that my BFF and her hubby were on the verge of a divorce and were unabashed about letting their house guests know. Ok, I knew it wasn't great before we stayed but really you get a whole new perspective when you're stranded. Finally at about 3pm we decided the roads were clear enough to get out of Dodge.

So, I just stay home now and even that isn't safe . . .

Happy New Year yada yada yada

Anonymous said...

Opps - guess you may want to know who just posted - it was me AMH