National Hangover Day

Happy New Year, all. It's kind of funny that almost everyone who reads this spent the holiday with me, and yet I feel the need to post about it anyway. I had a good time. The swing dancing was fun, though I consistently ended up with drunken or two-left-footed partners (Becky and Charlotte excepted). Not that I'm fantastic myself, but I can usually follow well enough if I have a partner who knows what he/she's doing. It's really damn hard to lead a drunk guy from the follower's position.
Of course, we stayed so long at the swing dancing that we got stuck waiting in line outside the Pour House, where everyone else was having a merry time, until past midnight. I spent the first moments of 2007 on the phone with my parents, freezing my ass off outside and having my personal space invaded by the really ridiculous and pushy group of assholes behind us. Not the best ever, really.
The good thing was that we had drinks waiting for us when we got inside! I had many, and they were yummy, and I was satisfactorily drunk. I also got a little ego stroking from the girl who liked my blinking rainbow feather boa--definitely the best $8 I spent in the whole adventure--and was pretty satisfied with the world when we left. The evening had its bad moments, but I can't really complain. Anyway, now we're all laying around watching Pirates 2, having moved on from Buffy and Little Britain, and celebrating National Hangover Day in truly fine fashion.