New Year.

Well, we're pretty far into 2006, but it's been a while.

I guess I'll start with New Year's. The boy and I went out together and received the new year at his favorite hangout, the Funky Buddha. We are there so often that the manager had us pour the champagne for the entire clientele. I found that amusing. Anyways, from there we went to I think 3 other places and got sufficiently drunk. So much so that we spent our last 3 dollars at Burger King on the way home. Enough said, I think.

I didn't see the next morning. But when I finally woke up I called the boy on the phone (he was already in the living room watching TV) and asked him to go shopping for bacon, eggs, and OJ. He cooked me a nice, greasy breakfast. Much appreciated!

My brothers came into town shortly after the new year. We had a great time but my apartment was a busy place. One bedroom, me, and three boys. We went skiing/snowboarding 3 days, ate a lot, and hung out basically.

The boy and I took the little brother out Saturday night. One of the clubs has 18 and over night. Before we left my apt, the little brother asked if he could make a drink (I appreciated that) and offered me one. Ok, so I remember 19, so I told him 1/3 vodka 2/3 juice. He brought it to me in a pint glass, no ice. Those of you who know my tolerance know that I was doomed from the beginning. And he was probably worse, because his drink was a little less opaque than mine and altitude is not on anyone's side. Well we went to the Funky Buddha to start and little brother was so cute. I asked him what he wanted to drink and he was like a deer in headlights. So I just ordered him a rum and coke. Then we went to the club - 18 and over, so no drinks for him there. We did manage a kamikaze shot late in the night though. Got home and I must say that little brother is a hilarious drunk. Doesn't surprise me because he is pretty damn funny sober too. So we get to my apartment and big brother had locked us out. Planned, I'm sure. He probably wanted to check up on us. We all went in my bedroom, closed the door, and talked for a bit. Went to sleep and all was good until I woke up to the sound of little brother puking on my bedroom floor. (I didn't know this at the time because he was spitting, not puking. So I said "There's a bathroom across the hall if you need it." in a teacher voice of course.) Next morning I woke up and he was gone, sheets stripped off the couch cushions he was sleeping on. Turns out he was downstairs in the laundry room. He took out my bedroom floor and one of the couch cushions! I do remember 19. Anyways, after cleaning up everything he showed me the old 'flip over the couch cushion trick.' Yikes. I am definitely not 19 anymore!

ps - the cushion now has a new slip cover on it. I couldn't be mad at him because it was partly my fault for letting him drink in the first place.

Then we were skiing at Vail and we thought we'd lost little brother. The three of us were bouncing ideas back and forth about what we should do because we had taken an extremely difficult run, we were on the backside, and it was almost closing time. (AND almost time to get dark.) So we alerted ski patrol and decided to barrel down to the main village where we could wait at ski patrol hq. Meanwhile, about 45 minutes had passed. We were all really worried. About halfway down the run - as we were barrel-assing - my phone rang. BTW, we had tried to call him but his phone was off. No cellular signals back in there. I stop and it's little brother. Where are you? I'm at the car... ha ha I beat you! The little shit.