I rang in the new year in the lobby of Sunset Bowl in Ballard. That wasn't really part of my plan; it's just how things worked out. After a delicious dinner at Perche' No, a couple of friends and I decided spontaneously that bowling would be tons of fun. I was a bit heady after scoring a a record high of 153 while in Tahoe and was looking forward to showing off my new skills. Well. After several futile attempts to get our lane working properly, a couple of cheap beers, many disappointing throws of the bowling ball, and my extremely amateur performances of show tune inspired dance numbers in between turns, midnight was suddenly upon us. So, we returned our rented shoes and stood by the arcade to shout Happy New Year and hug as 2007 rolled in. Then we raced to my house to make French 75's, watch a few episodes of Extras, and talk about silly stuff late into the night. What can I say? It was a blast.
















My trip to Tahoe was really lovely. Christmas was nice and relaxing. My sisters and I had lots of of quality time, with barely any scufuffling, especially on the drive to Reno to take B-Note to the airport. We discussed things like the Winchester Mansion, Tahoe Tessie and all the dead bodies in Lake Tahoe, questions that might help determine whether or not Bryn's latest love interest, or any man, is gay, and my theory (at this point unproven, but I'm committed to it) that boys who like spicy foods will be better in bed than those who do not. Don't ask me how I came up with that one, but don't you think it would be a perfect thesis topic in human sexuality? Fun research. I read and lounged around and ate at SPROUTS! several times. Molly and I spent all five hours of our sister night out at the casino. We got addicted to a slot game called Phone Tag and had yummy drinks and food at 19 in Harveys. I babysat Trav one day while Mols and Joe were at work, and our Baby Boot Camp subjects were cleaning his room and learning colors. I wasn't entirely successful on that one, but I blame it on lack of time.

I'm currently obsessed with the song New Round by Beck. I hit repeat, repeat, repeat while in my car.

Oh, I must thank my friend, Craig, for picking me up last night when I was stranded at work after a very long day, because the last bus I could take home failed to show up. Not only did he drive over from work on the eastside to pick up my sorry (tired, cold, grumpy....) self, but he then also bought me dinner. So sweet.

Em and I went to see The Painted Veil tonight. It was a good movie, but towards the end, some guy in the back of the theater started "whispering" in this incredibly loud way that meant we all could hear him. And, he just kept going. One shared glance with Em started a fit of giggles. Things were not going well on screen, but we were too busy snickering into the sleeves of our sweaters, shoulders shaking, with tears of laughter rolling down our cheeks, to pay much attention. I love how impossible it is not to laugh when you're trying so hard to suppress it.

I'm taking a new class. Actually, right now I'm sitting in on a class full of insufferable know-it-alls, but, sadly, I probably won't be able to stay. While it would be most accurate and honest to refer to them as my people, I like to pretend that I am so far removed from that way of being. If I am booted out, I may try a class on Nabokov in comparative lit. I've only read Lolita (loved it) a long time ago and think it would be interesting to read and discuss some of his other works. Kind of like a book club. Yep, I'm sure that's exactly what it will be like.

I pretty much can't stand the show My Boys on TBS, yet I think I've ended up watching every episode so far. How does that happen? I also get sucked in to stupid reality TV whenever I'm around Molly. This time it was a marathon of the Bad Girls Club on Oxygen. It's like I was actively trying to shed as many brain cells as possible before stepping into 2007.