I'm Falling Behind

Good evening, ladies and gents. I apologize profusely for my lack of a follow-up on my New Year's Eve post. Profusely, I say. I will now continue with my story of this past Thursday, more commonly known as "New Year's Eve Day." (I don't remember what I put in my last post, so I'm just going to wing it here.) Yes, I went out with my grandmother and younger sibs to an oldies diner for breakfast. (We are currently in search of the best breakfast diner in our county.) We have so far visited two out of however many there are. I got some French toast, but it was a small plate because I was full from all of the food I had eaten at Emily's the night before (quesadilla, burrito, nachos, lemonade, fortune cookie). (Have you noticed I like parenthesis?) I ate some of my brother's pancakes though, because he got four that were the size of his face, which is quite large. Nothing eventful really happened there. I tried to make interesting conversation, but failed because I was tired and there was nothing interesting to talk about. WARNING: Never wake me up before 9:30 on vacation, unless you enjoy the Evil Eye and physical abuse. I got home with an hour before Aideen (one of the Fab Four) came to pick me up so we could go to the Museum of Science. In case you were wondering, the Fab Four consists of me, Aideen, Emily, and Sorrell. We are fab. We are four. Because we live in good ol' New England, we were having some good ol' New England weather. We traveled at 20 mph down my street, and the drive to her house took twice as long as it should have. That is no exaggeration. I watched her make a PB&J sandwich for 20 minutes, which she then ate in five minutes. I was STILL full. When we heard that Boston was all clear, for the most part, we picked up Aideen's sister's friend and headed to the big city. We wandered around the museum for awhile, catching a live owl show, which was very cool, and then went to the Harry Potter exhibit, that had props used from the actual movies. I, being a Freak of Nature, have not read nor seen ANY Harry Potter books/movies. Call me crazy, but I just haven't. I got home at about seven, and people were starting to arrive for our New Year's party. It was kind of a drag, because half the people we were expecting didn't show up. My sister, my other friend and I danced around the house to Britney, the Black Eyed Peas, Kesha, and Beethoven until 11, when said friend left. I was wearing my snazzy 2010 glasses, which I lost somewhere in the commotion that was our dancing. 2010 came at the exact time I knew it would. I was exhausted, and my neighbors wouldn't leave. When they finally did, I said good night and happy New Year to my fam, and went up to my room and crashed. I stayed in my pajamas for the next 24 hours. Which, in my opinion, isn't a bad thing.