Siddity in the City

My mother just came tearing into the room pretending to look for something because she saw me bring a bottle of cava up from the cellar to chill for New Year’s Eve toasts, but didn’t see me stick it in the fridge, so she naturally assumed I was holed up in here hitting the sauce. (Like I wouldn’t know well enough to switch to qualuudes in the vitamin bottle while I visit family. Pffft. Wait, do people still say quaaludes? Did I even spell quaaludes right? I feel like there are double alphas in there, but it’s been over a decade since I had a health class.)

Welcome to the holidays, chez nous: ham, with a steaming side of paranoia-glazed suspicion. Mmmmm, salty.

Anyway. Goodbye, 2008.

Happy New Year!