So far, so good…

1 January 2008

Welcome to 2008! My new calendar is hanging on my wall and I’m waiting to see how long it takes me to get used to this one starting the week with Monday, rather than Sunday like last year’s calendar. I suppose I should think of some intentions for the new year, but, well, I’m too lazy to do so at the moment. I didn’t do too badly with my intentions last year, though I still haven’t gone to the damn dentist. I did knit a jumper though and I think that’s more important.

This year is a year of weddings, three of them are planned at the time of writing. I think that once these couples are hitched they should be responsible for finding me a husband; some sort of matrimonial committee should be formed. I’ll be here waiting to see what they bring me. We went to John and Sam’s last night to welcome in the new year together with them and Sam’s family. We had a champagne-tasting in preparation for the wedding and this may have been a factor in my slightly inebriated state. We were given index cards on which to record our verdicts of the four champagnes:

I don’t think I was very good at it. John then set up a blind-tasting, which was very scientific of him. I wrote my “blind test” verdict on the card and John suggested I add in the word “drunk”. I didn’t even get the joke until I saw the card again this morning.

As all slightly sloshed people should, we played with fire and explosives as midnight struck. I lit my first fireworks, which means I am officially a grownup. I also gurned at people in the torchlight, which may have been a step back again from that landmark. Then again, John was busy gluing fireworks together, so I don’t know what that makes him.

Importantly, I have my first food date of 2008 already fixed. Lauren and I will be savouring the delights of internet-ordered Dominos pizza on Sunday. They don’t damn well deliver to my postcode, so I have to get on a train and go to Lauren’s for this service. There’s something a little off in our logic here, but never mind. Lauren is over her pleurisy now, so she should be breathing more easily in my company. I care about the health of my friends, which is why on our late Boxing Day, when the conversation turned to 7 Days and consequently to Lauren, we decided to find the dictionary definition of pleurisy, that we may fully understand and sympathise with her plight. We were also but a step away from phoning the poor girl and wheezing down the phone at her en masse. Fortunately for her, doing so would have involved me getting off the sofa to find my phone – and lo, it didn’t happen.