Thanks, En Vogue

That's right, you guessed it: back to reality.

I discovered last night that my flight back to ATL was not, as I first imagined, at 9AM-ish, but at 6:50PM. Yay! More time in the snow and procrastination on packing! Plus, I can do all that reflecting re: THE FUTURE. Very heady stuff.

Christmas was divine, but not as snowy as I had hoped. The loot:

-a new fancy camera
-a new fancy printer/copier/scanner
-a panini maker
-a book about grilled cheese
-the A&E/BBC version of Pride and Prejudice
-the largest bottle of Maker's Mark I've ever seen
-goodies to make me a better baker
-a whole lotta love

Christmas Eve Midnight service (held at 10PM so the suburbanites can still get a good night's sleep) was exactly what I expected: a powerpoint on future classes (jews?), a non sequitur clip from 'The Polar Express', a sermon about how if this is your first time in church for a while it's probably because your life has reached a low tide of pain, sorrow, and regret.

But I had Blissa with me and we heard some good carols.

Every other night I was out with friends. I had forgotten how good that is. New Year's Eve was a fabulous time. Fantastic food and revelery at #2's, the final countdown at jetset, way too much booze. If you're at all curious how I ended up in the wee hours, call me and I will relate it to you in my 'what is my goddamn problem' voice. Or call Kovsky and he'll yell 'she hooked up with a hippie!' Oh, 2007, what will you come up with next?