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January 1, 2006
>Well, despite all of your thoughtful best wishes, my cork was not popped last night, ladies and gents.
After a lovely dinner of Champagne Shrimp and Pasta, my husband went upstairs to “lie down for an hour.” And that was that. I didn’t see him again until 2006.
I welcomed the New Year alone on the sofa, bummed by the realization that Dick Clark has finally turned into an old, slurring, raspy-voiced man. With that, the last small shred of my childhood disintegrated into dust.
My 15-year-old and I exchanged morose e-mails throughout the night. She and her sister are visiting their mom, who left the girls at 10pm last night for her overnight shift. We agreed that both our New Year’s Eves pretty much sucked.
“I can’t believe Dad went to sleep!!!” she wrote, “But at least he’s in slumber. 12 is awake and really, really mad at me.”
Nothing new there.
My parents (an hour ahead in the Eastern Time Zone) called me at about 11:30 my time. They had just returned from a New Year’s Eve celebration at their country club down the road. Buzzed on champagne, they were merry and talkative.
“Lucinda, Uncle Paul and his wife drove down here from Kentucky,” my mom said. “He’s staying with Mother downstairs in her apartment. And you’ll never guess what he did.”
Uncle Paul is my grandmother’s 80-year-old brother.
“What did he do?”
“He had the nerve to show up at the front gate of my neighborhood in a toupee and no teeth! And he gave them my name!”
“Well, he had to get in somehow,” I said.
“But the nerve to show up like that!” she blustered.
“You think Bob Cobb the security guard is going to care that your 80-year-old uncle showed up with no teeth?!”
“I would never show up in someone else’s community like that!” she said boldly. “I haven’t even gone downstairs to see him!”
“How long has he been there?”
“Three days.”
“And you’re not going to see him?”
“No!”
“I’ve talked to him a few times,” Dad said mildly. “He said he had a sore in his mouth and he’s only putting in his teeth to eat.”
“Well, mom, you should be thankful he’s at least keeping up appearances with a toupee.”
“It’s a 20-year-old toupee!” she stammered. “It’s all… caddywampus on his head!”
“The story grows…” I said. “You know this is going to come back to haunt you when you’re 80 and you have no teeth.”
“Honey, I’m spending a lot of money to keep these teeth!”
They both laughed and we said our goodbyes.
After I stood in front of the TV with a glass of champagne and self-consciously counted aloud from ten to one, I went upstairs to get ready for bed. I was exhausted.
In the bathroom, I turned out the light, flushed the toilet and heard a strange gurgling sound as I headed for the bedroom. “Oh NO!” I said, right before hearing water splash onto the bathroom tiles.
The toilet had overflowed.
I can tell already that 2006 is going to be a great year.
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>Awww sorry your night sucked, but the phone conversation was hysterical!!!!Happy New Year! Hope the rest of the year isn’t so, um, backed up. Ha!
>Poor Lucinda, what a crappy way to start the new year! I hope that the rest of it will be considerably better than an overflowing toilet!
>Speaking of Dick Clark, did you understand anything he said? What’s Nan Juju?http://nanjuju.blogspot.com/
>There’s nothing like starting off the new year with a plunge, or is it taking the plunge?Whatevah, I dunno. Happy New Year, Chickitamonkey.
>Mine sucked as well, wish I had known you were up, I was all alone over here.
>Great blog, sorry about the new year thing.. I worked and watched everyone else prance arround happy and drunk.. My night sucked too!!Well, I better run someone smeared poop on the floor!! 2006 is off to a good start!!
>I wonder how many millions of us felt the same way you did after seeing (and hearing) Dick Clark. It was fucking scary!Love your blog:)
>Sorry your new year started out like that. But look at it this way, maybe you got all the crap out of the way so now the rest of the year will be um…crap free.
>Um…it’s…uh…Good Luck to have crap back up on you at the start of the new year. Yeah, that’s the ticket!
>What makes you think there was crap involved? May I just state for the record that THERE WAS NO CRAP INVOLVED. I was raised in the South, where ladies do not POOP.
>I love your Mom! “Caddywampus” is one of my favorite words.Sorry about the toilet. But, see? 2006 can only get better!Happy New Year, Lucinda!
>Whoa. Sounds like quite a night. I actually look forward to my mother’s occasional drunken (or high on oxycontin)phone calls. Thye make me laugh.
>yeah, well, a lame peck on the lips is no better… sorry though…
>WonderTwin Powers……….ACTIVATE!
>Your mom cracks me up. She reminds me of mine a little. I can sympathize with you, Lucinda!
>May I say that I didn’t call my mom at all, and that I turned off my cell phone? Nothing worse that ushering in the new year with a call from a mom much like yours…And dang it woman!! It will be a GREAT year! Because I said so!! 🙂
>Sorry your New Year’s Eve didn’t live up to your expectations. But hey, that’ll teach you not to turn off the light before flushing. ;^)I spent New Year’s Eve asleep; my son was at his dad’s this year. New Year’s Day in Southern California was weird to begin with, due to the Tournament of Roses’ “Never on Sunday” rule. No parade to wake up to? (They’re doing it today, and the Rose Bowl game will be on Wednesday — the schedule is all kaflooey.) And now I’m hearing about a slurring Dick Clark? What is the world coming to?
>This way the year can only get better. I take my NYE nap well ahead of 10 pm just for that case where I might not wake up. I feel really sorry for Dick Clark but had no idea what was growing out of Ryan Seacrest’s head.
>I am going to make two resolutions now, 1- to make that champagne and shrimp pasta, and 2- use the word caddywampus in a sentence. My sister always calls from the east coast, so the 3 hour difference makes my husband feel he can officially ring in the New Year and go to bed.
>Personally, I think New Years is meant to be a low point. After all, it does follow the biggest holiday of the year. Think of what a bummer it would be if you had a terrific New Year, everything else would downhill from there. At least this is what I try and tell myself when I roll over and poke my sleeping husband to tell him Happy New Year. It can only get better from here.
>I can’t wait until I’m 80…it’s going to be pretty damn ugly. And, the fear that is struck in the heart of a person when the toilet overflows in the middle of the night is hideous. My thoughts and prayers go out on that one! 🙂 Nowhere to go but up!
>Nope, got you beat. no power for 48 hours, stuck in small town because redwood trees UPROOTED (not snapped or had branches come off) blocked the routes in and out of town. no hot water or heat. couldn;t fly out becuse airports were flooded, generators failed after a few hours…I win. 😛
>Oh my. That would be pretty upsetting, particularly while pregnant! You’re right. You win.
>You poor thing! I would say that statistically, far more New Year’s Eves suck than not–I think it has as much to do with our expectations as anything. I’m to the point now where if no one ends up in the emergency room or the police station, I’m grateful. Now I have a new thing to add to my list–every New Year’s Eve the toilet water goes down instead of up and out is a good one in my book.
>naaaahhhh…. it was an adventure!! my home town!! old buddies!! all right, the cold sucked.
>What?! No cork popped?!!Oh well. Me neither.We were tired. Lucinda, your year will be great. I just have a feeling…
>I too was frightened by Dick Clark. But then someone told me he had a stroke last year. So, for an old guy with a stroke I guess he’s not doing too bad!
>Yeah, I knew he’d had a stroke. I guess seeing him made me realize that even “The man who never ages” had to get old some day. Depressing…