There was a really stellar end of the year post coming. It contained all the wisdom of 2012, about how I did so much, met so many people, and really stepped outside my comfort zone to break free from the past. Unfortunately the last two weeks of December shot by as I briefly became a so-so morning person, and somehow we crammed a lot into San Diego vacation. (Also, none of those things from 2012 happened.)
On day one of her vacation, George got to go to the boba to end all bobas, Class 302 in Irvine, as her flight got cancelled and she flew into Orange County instead. Every day afterward I said I would start cleaning my life up and get through emails and online things and real obligations. But every day George insisted on eating lunch at lunch time hours and off we'd go and I'd have no time to recover for the rest of the day. I think I passed out before midnight all the way up until Christmas Eve, when we pushed through and went to a late showing of Les Miserables. Generally, there were misadventures all around, as we went to get special toast and it was closed. We tried to do this, we attempted to do that, but the timing was off, etc. New Year's Eve itself was also a redo of 2009.
After the unexpected success of that NYE, we decided to celebrate the following years in high fashion and in different cities. Three New Year Eve's later, we ran out of places to go and ended up back at U31. We made a perfunctory attempt to stick around before leaving for karaoke at approximately fifteen minutes after the countdown. Is the great NYE streak over? Will we never celebrate and have fun on December 31st again? It's all possible. The future is bleak. Unless we make it to Puerta Vallarta next year, then we'll be back on track!
The undisputed highlight of the break was the Celtics versus Clippers game, which involved us dressing up in almost authentic jerseys and wearing appropriate team support-y accessories. As you can imagine, George was beyond excited. Unfortunately the Celtics went down by fourteen points just a few minutes in and the game was pretty much over already. The Celtics played horribly and there was hardly anything to cheer for. Still, the experience was unbeatable and this will likely be the closest George and I will ever get to the Celtics together.
Also, having been to two live sporting events in the past month, I realized that I hate sports fans, even though I love sports. Everything I hate about everything is perfectly encapsulated during a live sporting event. Lines, crowds, drunk people, douchebags, coerced cheering, you name it.
For 2013, I'm starting a noodle diary with my friend. It's going to be the best.
Over the past two days I've been trying to throw together a new fiftyfifty.me site and it's almost ready. It's like 1000% better than last year's and it'll have profiles and all this good stuff so Lilly and I won't have to manage it as much. This should have been done before January but what can you do right? I am sorely backed up on web projects and that needs to get cleared off the decks. Also, I am irresponsibly making our company fail, according to my mom. She could be right. Over the next week I really need to refresh and re-prioritize things. Luckily, there's an app for that, Orchestra. I'm going to be so on top of things now. Just give me a task and I'll do it! Or at least input it and star it for never.
What is 2013 going to be like? I best make some plans before it dribbles away like 2012 did. If I had to give the past twelve months a color, it would be something drab. Like olive, olive green.
In the continuing adventures of the iPhone, I am now a Verizon customer with superior service and six gigs of data to conquer the world. Biting the bullet, I plopped down the many hundred dollars to re-outfit myself with an iPhone 5 -- the muggers won't hold me down. I am now even less available to interact with humans. Unless it involves a check-in. George says one of her resolutions is to be on the phone less, because her attention span is suffering. We'll see how long her resolve lasts. If you were her friend, you'd grab her phone away from her and call her out when she stumbles. If you were her true friend.
Recently I have purchased Gap 1969 super skinny fit jeans, five different pairs of earrings, Hello Kitty salt and pepper shakers, and a Totoro pink and blue (and glittery) iPhone case. I believe my full transformation into a teen girl is finally complete. I have emerged from my chrysalis. If only I had more bangs to flip. In related news, sitting across the court from us at the Clippers game was Justin Bieber and Scooter Braun. Kevin couldn't take his eyes off them.
New York, I'm ready to come back now.
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