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bronze_ribbonsOur options included a house party and various local bars, but in the end, neither of us much felt like dealing with "amateur night" crowds, so I drafted a fic and put in some time on Big Work Project while the BYM watched part of The Seven Samurai until Ter stopped by with a half-bottle of Cook's. (I'd planned on picking up a bottle of prosecco or Veuve Clicquot, but had totally forgotten about Tennessee's weird holiday blue laws.) Midnight saw us sitting around the dining room table, dividing a bottle of 20-year-old port among us (a gift from another friend a Christmas or two ago) and snacking on popcorn, fruitcake, and "nuts and bolts." We talked about Japan (where Ter works), movies, technology, and names (spending a absurd amount of time playing with Babynamewizard.com (the sibs-in-law are expecting). And I kissed the BYM on the mouth and pecked Ter on the cheek, and I'm still somewhat tipsy in spite of it being a couple hours and a hot bath later.
The immediate plan: Guzzle some more water. Get a lot more sleep. Whale away at work. Help out with a campaign mailing, probably while watching the Rose Bowl (GO BLUE!). Maybe write a poem. Definitely eat some spinach. Do my sales tax return. And so forth.
*blows kisses to all, slips back to bed*
The immediate plan: Guzzle some more water. Get a lot more sleep. Whale away at work. Help out with a campaign mailing, probably while watching the Rose Bowl (GO BLUE!). Maybe write a poem. Definitely eat some spinach. Do my sales tax return. And so forth.
*blows kisses to all, slips back to bed*
