I'd like to make the world a very serious proposition.
Let's move the beginning of the year from the beginning of winter to the beginning of spring. Or better yet, the beginning of summer. Yes, yes. I know. The new year starts just as the days start getting longer again. Its very symbolic. But wouldn't be just as symbolic to start it at the equinox? When days and nights are equal, and days start winning out over nights?
Think about it - you could ring in the new year in Times Square without wearing 18 layers of thermal clothing. You could wear a nice dress to the theater without freezing your tits off. You might actually be able to have a little barbecue. You could make fruity girly drinks and actually enjoy them. And, when you were hung over the next day, it would still be light outside when you finally managed to drag your ass out of bed.
At 7:30 pm.
Yes, I am speaking from experience. I spent my entire New Year's day in my bed. When I wasn't hanging on to the toilet anyway. I would have dragged myself up earlier than that, but by the time I started feeling halfway normal again, the sunlight was already fading. Why bother getting up when the day was already over?
Its so very seriously unfair. I wasn't drunk. At. All. There was no slurred speech or naked, lampshade wearing table dancing. There was only Rock Band and cocktails and pleasantries. I'm sure the late night champagne was trouble, but then I also remembered that I drank a big glass of Gatorade before going to bed in a desperate attempt to rehydrate myself.
But I didn't have red Gatorade, my miracle liquid. Or even orange Gatorade, red's slightly less trustworthy sibling. I had lemon-lime.
I have a very sneaking suspicion that whatever fake chemical acidity they put in that crap to make it taste like lemons and limes combined with the champagne and chocolate martinis and turned my stomach into a chemistry experiment gone bad. Seriously, seriously bad. And then, when I tried to rehydrate later, it happened again. I had about 3 sips of the lemon-lime, and I was off to hug the toilet. Again. I finally started feeling better when Prof went to the store and came back with a bottle of Red. Lovely, lovely red. I instantly started to feel better.
But even though I'm no longer hung over, I still feel like shit. I missed the first whole day of 2011! I know it doesn't really mean anything, but to start off the new year like that rattles me a little. But I at least have a new resolution: no more lemon-lime. I think I'll be able to stick to that one pretty easily.