New year’s eve made easy
Sometimes, I delight in the hatching of my latest evil plan. Other times, it’s sure nice when nice people do all the legwork for you and things just work out effortlessly.
Anne picked me up in DC after my red eye from Seattle (no airline snafus this time, and I even managed to get some decent sleep on the planes, although at one point I had a dream that Big Chris was pissing me off because he was going through my wallet and making snide comments on my photos, and for some reason this made me so mad I wanted to scream at him, but I couldn’t get the breath to come out. I finally managed a deep breath and woke myself up yelling “you don’t know shit about me!” but luckily in real life I think I only muttered it because the five year old girl sitting next to me and her grandmother were studiously ignoring me) and we drove down to central VA for her friends’ wedding, at which for the price of a little bit of arm candy duty I was treated to a great hotel room, some nice conversation with Virginia society types, and a relaxing day at the coffee shops of Staunton, which is about as cute as they make little towns these days.
2007 minus a day, we slept in just the right amount, spent the perfect amount of time at the coffee shop getting caffeinated, and made good time up to Baltimore, where Nick had procured us second row tickets to the Bills-Ravens game, at face value no less. We made it to our seats about ten seconds before kickoff. Anne’s first NFL game was a victory for the home team. Go (Seahawks, Steelers, Broncos, and then) Ravens!
Conveniently, Nick’s dad Nick has an office right downtown, so we dropped our cars off there and changed into our duds and headed down to the harbor for a nice, relaxed Italian dinner with Nick, Kate, and their old pals Amy, Ian, Kate, and Andy. After-dinner coffee left brought us to 11:15, just enough time to walk down and secure a spot on the boardwalk to watch the fireworks over the harbor.
Then, we got drunk. Nothing happened, and Nick did not rub his ass in anyone’s face.
Ian and Amy put us up for the night, and fed us egg bake and Dunkin’ Donuts coffee for our first meal of 2007. I couldn’t have asked for a more relaxing, fun time if I had planned it myself, so thanks guys.