The Christmas holiday involved feverish driving with the fambly from DC to Atlanta, spending a few days there, and then on to Sarasota for a few more days before flying back to DC. Interstate 75 had more than its share of traffic, and a part of me died on that road. But I did make it through, had quality fambly time, and back in time for New Year's Eve.
The dinner party was a seafood fest, accompanied by many exotic drinks (some involving grapefruit juice!) and not one person tried to ruin things by singing "Auld Lang Syne". Most of the gang passed out on blowup mattresses, and some staggered to brunch in a car that was simply not meant for more than two people. The rest of the weekend became a struggle against the cold snap that is now blanketing the area, which better freaking end soon because those global warming people have been teasing me about it for years.
Here's hoping for a good 2010!