Day 365: Happy Effing New Year

Day 365: Happy Effing New Year

The plan is to stop making NYE plans. Every time I have tried to orchestrate something beyond “go to work and then get misty-eyed in the car later when the clock turns midnight and you’re on your way home to an empty apartment/house,” it has failed with such spectacularity that I’m sure some day I will be able to laugh about my foolishness over this manufactured night of revelry. Right?

2009, the plan: Drive up to Chicago with Sig to meet up with Patrick for Girl Talk at Congress Theater. Dance my ass off and let the sweat wash the grit of an iffy year off my body and mind. Crash at 4 a.m. with a smile on my face and a good feeling about the coming year.

2009, the reality: Late start. Sub-zero temperatures. Cab barf (not mine, thankfully). Tipping extra. Strangers. Nearly dying in a mad crush of women in the bathroom like it was Walmart the day after Thanksgiving. Losing everyone I knew. Watching the room erupt in joy as midnight chimed. Trying and failing to hold it together. Wanting to roll back the clock and start over. Walking out while the show still raged on and trying to hail a cab while drunk and shivering. Watching cab after cab, full, pass by. Sitting and waiting. Waiting and waiting and waiting and walking and riding and finally sleeping while everyone else stayed up all night.

New Year’s Eve, you are such an elusive and usually pointless bitch to please.

Anyway. Chicago was interesting. I am conflicted about it but the one thing I can say without reservation is that it was cold. Gut-blastingly cold. It’s cold here in Memphis now, yes GOD YES, but I’m talking single-digit lake-effect chicanery up there. Cold that will slice your face open. Cold that will make your lungs ache in fear of instant death. Cold that will make your leg hair grow. But, oddly, it’s cold that I can handle, given the right equipment (two layers of gloves, some wool, and fuzzy boots). I made it my mission to see what I could see despite Jack Frost raspberrying on my face and I saw quite a bit. I owe Patty O’Pinions for that, really. He’s a gracious host. And I had a sweet place just off Michigan to call my temporary home thanks to Sig’s old/ my new pal Zachary. It’s good to know people. I’m grateful for people, even if people (such as the wasted, barely-clothed lady who came INTO THE BATHROOM WITH ME at a restaurant and saw my horror and said, “Don’t worry! I won’t watch!” before I slipped out and let her do her business while I pissed in the men’s room) can suck real hard sometimes.

So thanks for the memories, Chicago. Your women should invest in pants but you’re really onto something with that deep dish pizza you’ve got. Got-damn!

More Chicago photos are here, but you’re going to want to put a coat on before you look at them.

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Day 364: Intermission

Day 364: Intermission

Got a late start to Chicago Wednesday night Thursday morning. Late as in 4 a.m. Meaning this photo is only technically my Day 364 because I hadn’t yet been to sleep.

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Day 363: From Off to On

Day 363: From Off to On

When we come home
We want it quiet and calm
We want you to be around

“From Off to On” — The Knife

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Day 362: Goin’ Fishin’

Day 362: Goin' Fishin'

The youngest nephew is into fishing. The same way I am into ruining television and movies and roadtrips by identifying any typeface that passes in front of my eyes. I went out to the pond with him Monday afternoon and watched as he cast his line over and over into the brown water, only pulling back leaves and plugs of algae. Even his traditionally lucky spot behind the discarded tire yielded nothing, where the day before he’d caught the same fish twice.

Maybe his luck was busted by the nosy little pony that kept trying to eat whatever was in the tackle box.

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Day 361: Noel

Day 361: Noel

The family had its Christmas Day giftapalooza Sunday when I could be there. I got digital photo frames for my parents, grandmother, and sister, and everyone seemed to like them (especially when I loaded up jump drives with hundreds of photos so they didn’t have to do the heavy lifting, although some people didn’t hesitate to critique the photos I had chosen for display; note to self — Grandmaw does not appreciate my “art” shots). My haul was more generous than I deserve, as always. Among the gifts was a huge set of fancy knives from my parents, so I pity the next hunk of meat or vegetable stalk I encounter, because I am going to cut the everloving hell out of it.

Mom made an outstanding cheesecake for my birthday cake and we ended the evening with a couple of games of Scrabble and a couple of glasses of pink bubbly. Pretty fine.

So that’s it, then. Another holiday season in the books. They are coming faster and furiouser these days and I can’t even pretend to keep up.

I’ll try though. The goal is to try.

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Day 360: Meow

Day 360: Meow

My pal D salvaged this street art for me. The cat is winking. Tee hee.

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Day 359: So Very Very Festive

Day 359: So Very Very Festive

This year I opted to work on Christmas so I could get New Year’s Eve and Day off. I can’t say I will ever do that again.

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Day 357: Stacked

Day 357: Stacked

Cute, cute cups for my birthday from Amanda and Brandon. Couple these with that new coffee grinder (courtesy of Coco and Dustin) and I can tweak for a solid week without ever washing a dang thang.

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Day 355: Witchcraft

Day 355: Witchcraft

I know some ladies who can spin amazing shit from damn near nothingness.

Somehow this managed to be the only photo I took Monday, and I took it with a camera phone. First camera phone pic for my 2009 Project 365, 355 days in. I’m actually proud of myself for holding out as long as I did. NOW I BETTER GET MY ASS BACK IN GEAR.

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