OK, You Can Cut the Charade
I know what you guys are up to. I have *zero* invitations to New Year’s Eve parties, and I know you want me to start feeling depressed and bereft and friendless and just uncool.
And I would, if I didn’t know what you were up to. But it’s gone on long enough. It’s frickin’ December 30 at 9:00 Pacific. Time to drop the ruse and get the goddamn invitations in here, so I can decide whom to honor with our presence, and whom to disappoint.
Now. Scratch your ass later.
Our lines are open…
C’mon, Phil. You know NYE is for amateurs. No one would dare insult a pro such as yourself with such an invitation.
I thought you were jerking ME around. I’m sitting in a motel in Baytown, Texas, trying to find the nearest redneck NYE jamboree, since all my invitations apparently got “lost in the mail.” And KathyR NEVER sends me an invitation, though I suspect she’s the one who is featured on southern California news stations every year about this time when the TV news people go on about the ENORMOUS parties thrown by the glitterati.
We don’t answer the phone or check the mail until January 2nd. Hermits, even on NYE.
Ho Hum. New Year’s Eve, you say? Well, our good friends, with whom we party animals often celebrate (very moderately, and at least as late as NYEve on the East Coast) have both been felled by some dire ailment, and since last year when they were away and we opted to amuse ourselves at a free “Rockin’ Jazzy New Year’s Eve Celebration” at a “downtown” hotel (as “downtown” as San Jose ever gets, that is) we were nodding off by around 10PM it seems most prudent to simply stay home and count our considerable blessings over a big bowl of seafood chowder and a glass of bubbly (or two) Will hoist a toast in your direction, Phil, and hope you’ve come up with something festive to do in the interim. Have a good one, and stay safe!
You’re welcome to stop by the party at MPL headquarters tonight. Highlights include Rock Band on the Wii and a pancake breakfast if either you can make it that long or want to return for the meal.
Drop me a line if you want more details….
We actually do have an invite…
KathyR, I’d believe that if I didn’t suspect that you’ll be flitting from party to party in a rented (or owned, maybe) limo, snickering at me.
John, see the above.
Robin - If we were closer, I’d consider that a challenge to come kidnap you and force you into some ill-advised revelry.
Carroll - thanks for the toast, and for your warm correspondence.
KEN - thanks for the offer of a mercy
fuparty invite. Sounds like we’re going to a neighbor’s for some nosh and libation. ARe the pancakes still in play?Beatriz - I wrote the post before I knew we had that invite.
I do hope you had a good celebration after all that Phil!! I’ll try that ruse next year if I’m casting around for things to do! Anyhow, Happy New Year to you and Mrs Perils..I hope it brings you all you would like for yourselves (more or less!)
Oh, and you don’t want to hear, do you, about our lovely balmy NYE evening at the coast listening and dancing to our favourite old tragics rock band (aka hubbies of various friends!) play and sing Moondance and similar songs of a certain era.
And then, of course, there was today. Such a lonnnng drawn-out afternoon for certain football fans. (Sigh) Here’s hoping you fare better on the 7th, Phil. For us, for now, it’s on to next year!
so. what did you do to celebrate?
and best wishes for a nice year.
Happy Near Yew to all!
Sue, that sounds like a lovely way to spend NYE!
Carroll - I commiserate, bro. I have a sense of doom about Monday night.
Thanks, Roger. Just a nice visit with neighbors and no driving home.