"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn

"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn
it's a jungle out there

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Thoughts on New Year's Eve

I wish I had taken a picture of the moon last night. It was clear and just a hair shy of full. It's been snowing all day, and though it seems to be clearing up, we may not have a good view of this New Year's Blue Moon of the Decade.


Bruce and I have never spent a New Year's Eve together. Or a Valentine's Day for that matter. I'm a chef's widow. So it's a good thing I don't give a rat's ass about all that romantic stuff, let me tell you.

The first New Year's we were married, I surprised Bruce with a huge sushi boat for 2 and a bottle of champagne. I planned this mainly 'cause I thought I was supposed to do something romantic, being a married lady and all. That shit does not come easy to me. I special ordered the sushi, which was way more than we could afford at the time. Bruce got home from the work at 3 a.m. He was done with caviar and lobster, and had to climb over thousands who had watched the ball drop in Times Square to get the train home. We ate a ton of sushi and drank the champagne and I got sick as a dog. I'm a lightweight. That's the the highlight of my romantic gestures over the past 18 new years.


He spent last night at the restaurant in order to start his 19 hr day early.

Home phone rings. Caller ID tells me it's Bruce

me: AAARGH!!!
B: watsa matter, Chica? Is that a sigh of resignation?
me: I can't resign. This is a lifetime gig. There's no one to accept my resignation
B: You can fax it in... didn't you see the fax number at the top of the page?
me: it's all blurry goddammit...

He's having one of his romantic seize the day moments. He called to say he's so glad he found me. He tells me this in his sighing you're my chica voice.

Meanwhile I'm yelling at Ty you cannot put clean clothes on such a dirty body. go take a shower.
Jack's squawking where's my robe... did you wash my robe?...
Yes, Jack, I'm washing your robe cause you haven't taken it off in 2 days.
Never mind the fact that I haven't showered in 3.
Mom, my cell phone is in the pocket.
So I'm holding the phone between my shoulder and my ear, trying to focus on the sweet nothings and CARPE DIEM and rescue Jack's cell phone before the washer fills up with water.

Chica???... you still there???...

shoot me

He says he's driving home tonight, cause he doesn't want to spend another night away. Which is all very well and good, but scares the shit out of me cause its NEW. YEAR'S. EVE. And he has a dark and windy drive home. And people drive when they shouldn't. And it's snowing. And after all we've been through this year
IT WOULD REALLY FUCKING SUCK if some drunk driver squishes him like a grape.

So. On that note...
Have a wonderful New Year
Be safe
And please don't get squished cause I'll be sad


  1. No squishes for you guys as well!!

    Just rode into town after a 12-hour drive back from Florida. I doubt I'll see 9:30. Nope, I'm with you - New Year's Eve is way overrated.

    I'll choose to greet the new decade tomorrow morning, with a nice cup of coffee in my hand.

    Good thoughts for the Bruce's drive home.

    May 2010 be a good year for you guys!!

  2. We are all home and safe and sound and I'm praying all those that I love are safe at home nice and warm too.

  3. what happened? the color keeps changing around here. kind of like your house.

  4. He should be home by now and you should have all the love you both deserve and on New Year's Eve to boot! Much happiness to all of you, and a year filled with love and joy, health and good times, those are my wishes for you Michelle. I am happy to know you and I hope you know that.

  5. Happy New Year! I hope everyone is safe and sound!

  6. Ummmm....how do you manage to read my mind?

    I fear for my husband's safety all too often.

    Also, we are always off...he's attentive when I want to be alone and/or distracted by screeching wee ones. And vice versa.

  7. Since you posted today and commented on my blog, I assume no squishes. Sending hugs, you romantic thing, you!

  8. Yeah, Grandpa 4444 always called New Year's Eve "Amateur Night," in terms of drunk drivers. Glad no squishing occurred, and I loved this post; a sweet little snapshot of Americana and true love. Nice...

  9. This is truly inspiring. Barbara Kingsolver will be presenting writers' workshops at the San Miguel Writers Conference in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico February 19-23. I just signed up. It looks like a rare opportunity to meet her. Are you going?


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