Happy New Year, Lizardim!

I don’t drink any more so I watched the festivities around me sober. They consisted of people trying to play Spades wasted (not pretty, they were trying to partner with the least drunk of each other), screaming “X my balls!” at top volume, and one coach calling my husband, drunk off his ass, to tell him he’s in love with his wife. He is not in love with me. He was regret-building drunk.

So, you know, sober New Year is not to be missed.