I'm up.....it's 7am......and today is the last day of 2009. I've got a busy day ahead of me, with a special occasion planned tonight. I seriously don't know how I'm going to fit it all in. First stop.....Weight Watchers with Pinky. I'm bad.......very very bad!! I haven't done well with my points this week, so I contemplated taking one of my mothers "water pills" so that I would look good on the scale. That's bad....I  know (I didn't do it). I tried my hardest to convince Sam that we could wait until next week to weigh in, but she, worried herself, wouldn't hear of it. That's what's good about going with a friend......they keep you honest and motivated when you're at your weakest!! I'm expecting a weight gain this week, but I won't let it falter my attempts at a skinnier life.
We arrived at our WW meeting and lady luck was on my side.....the meeting had been cancelled......phew.....problem solved!! Lol
We decided to go to brunch instead (since neither of us had eaten breakfast). While heading to the restaurant, I got a text message from my best fag friend I quickly invited him to join us knowing very well, that my best fag friend would be bring his new boyfriend to meet us. The Penrith Parasite hit a home run with me. He is a nice refreshing match to my BFF (best fag friend) and I hope to have him around more to get to know him better!! 
Our brunch was going good except my very opinionated "old" mother kept throwing out statements that had me thinking and feeling "this woman comes from another planet"!! She is definitely not moving with the times. She's somehow stuck in the 1950's!! She managed to fill my friends in on some of my younger escapades. I was definitely a wild child!! My friends were shocked and entertained at my youthful violations.
The day rolled into the night and off to a friends house I went to celebrate the 'coming in' of a New Year and the 'going out' of an old year!!. I was just around the corner from her house at the lights, when I received a phone call wondering where the hell I was (I was only an hour late). The party doesn't begin until I get there bahahah (do you think I might think very highly of myself?)  
I arrived and was a bit reserved. I had a dilemma! My dilemma was that I somehow needed to get my mother to the airport at 6am the following morning and I wanted to party hard. There was no way I was going to be sober at that time of the morning if I partied hard for New Years!! My brilliant friend, suggested that I let them drive themselves in to the airport and leave my keys in the glovebox. I could retrieve my car later in the day, after i sobered up, using my spare key!! Dilemma solved!! That's when the party really started. I polished off my 1st bottle if Verde in about 2 minutes. I downed it like you would chug a glass of water. I remember having green Jelly Vodka shots and throwing back two shots if Jagermiester AKA "Liver glue". I can also remember a few pats on my ass as I was dancing and I can guarantee you that the pats didn't come from my husband because he never hits the dance floor. I also managed to catch a wink from someone in the crowd. You gotta love special occasions when the men forget that their Misses are sitting next to them and they're so drunk that they'll make a pass at a happily married woman. Lucky for me, the only man that I would ever take up on this kind of offer, would never be in Australia at a New Years party with me. Well I hope the "New Year" brings everyone peace, love, wealth, and happiness!! Each and every one of you deserve a wonderful life!! Take care and Happy New Year!!!!!!!!