Sick New Year's Eve

Well, my New Year's eve was a bust. Everyone was sick. I was expecting about a dozen people, but only one showed up, Matt, and he was complaining about being sick when he got there, leaving around 9:30. Even my girlfriend wasn't feeling well, and was out of the picture before 8. I bought beaucoup fireworks, and didn't even get them out of the truck, much less fire any of them off. I have a fridge full of beverages and food that were supposed to be eaten Monday night.

Oh, well. I guess I'll have a shindig at some point and shoot fireworks. Hope the neighbors don't mind. They really shouldn't mind. I overlooked the shotgun pellets raining down on my house Monday night, so they shouldn't have a problem with my non-lethal fireworks.