An anniversary...of sorts.

In honor of the passing year, I thought I'd offer up what is, to me, an amusing story. Some of you have heard it already.

I spent last Thanksgiving in Texas, visiting relatives. On our last night in town my brother and I went out on sixth street, threw ourselves into a cab very late/early, and stumbled into my uncle's house a mere few hours before I was supposed to be awake and en route to the airport. Fortunately, my aunt and uncle are kind, understanding people and they woke me up very gently and quietly with offers of water and coffee. I then proceeded to spend the next 6 to 8 hours on planes and in airports, repeating over and over to myself, don't throw up. My friends graciously picked me up, and reminded me that I had promised to attend a hockey game with them later that evening. So I went home and promptly fell asleep, but fortunately remembered to leave the door unlocked for them and awoke to the welcoming sounds of friends preparing dinner. By this time I had gotten over my earlier mantra and was famished (the limes in my gin and tonics nearly 24 hours earlier had been my most recent food). After managing to keep dinner down I offered to be the DD to the hockey game, since clearly my system needed no more alcohol. The game itself was lovely, with the exception of being surrounded by excited, tipsy folk with inflated tubes mean to be pounded together for maximum noise. Ouch.

Throughout the game I was text messaging an old friend, making arrangements to head over to his place after dropping off my friends. After arriving at his place I announced that while pretending to watch the movie, I would in fact be curling up on the couch and sleeping. After my cat nap I was helped off the couch and into bed where I (ahem) managed to not sleep. That's right, I Did It, as the kids say. And thus ended my long and comical mission to finally get laid. The next morning, because we are both huge political junkies, we lounged in bed with coffee and indulged in all the Sunday morning bobble-head shows. It was, as far as I was concerned, the ideal date.

The End.

Well, ok, not quite the end.