The wind is howling today. Sustained at 30-40 miles per hour. Gusts up to 60.
I'm taking it as a good sign. This wind will blow all the bad 2008 vibes far, far away. I can start fresh tomorrow.
But will I? Doubt it. I already have a Friday night/Saturday morning lined up with BB. How's that for a fresh start?!
As for my exciting New Year's Eve plans? Yeah. Not so much. I have spent the last couple weeks desperately trying to figure out what I wanted to do and where I wanted to be to ring in the New Year. It seems almost silly, putting this much thought into what my social calendar is going to look like on a Wednesday night. I've felt so scattered that traveling to more exciting locales to visit and drink with friends didn't really seem like an option (but I still love you, my far away friends). But staying local has proven to be difficult too.
I have large circle of great friends. All of whom are doing something different; most with their significant other (and children). All of whom have invited me along. Its great to have that many choices. But (you knew a BUT was coming, didn't you), all my options involved me being the third wheel. I hate that.
I finally choose what seemed like the least third-wheely option and was looking forward to my night. It involved two pregnant friends, their husbands and 4 little girls between the ages of 13 and 16 months. Then a family dropped out. Now its me, preggers, hubbie and their three girls. I love them dearly and am looking forward to spending some time with them, but the whole clan is going to be asleep by 10:30. Garaunteed.
It might be for the best. With this wind, and my newfound unreasonable fear of being hit by a drunk driver (if it can happen in my driveway, it can certainly happen on the road on New Year's Eve) I won't mind being back in my neighborhood when the ball drops. Hoping to hook up with some neighbors for a night cap or two. And be in bed at a reasonable hour.
When did I get this lame? Its almost embarrassing.