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NYE – Planning Stages

December 29, 2008

Ever seen the movie Sliding Doors?

No, me neither.

But  the husband has told me about it often enough that I feel safe in the assumption that 1) I know the basic premise enough to make wide and reaching self-relating proclamations that my recent New Years plans closely mimic the plot. And also, 2) that I really don’t need to see it because, eh, Gwyneth Paltrow is alright but not enough to make me watch a movie that I already obviously living.

So… 1 night. 2 plans. What’s it going to be?

New Years Eve
Plan 1

5p: Get home from work
5:12: Walk the dogs, chase them downstairs in frantic attempt to get them outside with still-full bladders
5:15: Bribe them to silence with dog treats
5:18: 20 min Powernap
6:30: Husband wakes me up because he’s finally made it out of the city/traffic black-hole that is 76 during rush hour/non rush hour/holidays
6:35: Start dinner
6:36: Open wine
7:20: Present lovely, impressive, only slightly darkened-but-not-burnt dinner for husband
8: Allow husband one final night of cleaning dishes in o8
8:30: Transport wine, snacks, blankets, dogs, cell phone, book, glasses, and Comcast remote to media room
8:32: Run back upstairs to get any of the above that I’ve forgotten, dropped or lost in the transport stage
9: Settle in for some Dick Clark inspired good times!

New Years Eve
Plan 2

5p: Get home from work
5:12: Walk the dogs, chase them downstairs in frantic attempt to get them outside with still-full bladders
5:15: Bribe them to silence with dog treats
5:18: Debate merits of 20 min Powernap v showering, hair, and makeup
5:20: Opt for shower, hair, and makeup
5:38: Exit shower, trip over dog, curse loudly
5:39: Use damn feet to brush up dog hair from the carpet
5:40: Continue cursing while microwaving nachos with shredded cheddar (yep. last dinner of the year.)
5:50: Begin deciding on outfit
6:20: Curse at pantyhose and dog for mocking me with mocking stares
6:30: Husband gets home from black-hole of 76 traffic, gets yelled out for running late, and not having enough time to get ready
6:42: Husband’s ready
7:45: I’m ready – mad rush to put dogs to bed, get in the car, and get downtown to stand in line at ________ that will require us to stand in line for a bar which will result standing in line for the bathroom.

Somewhere, Dick Clark giggles in his stroke induced haze.

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