G'bye, 2011. Hullo, 2012

[madrobins]

The last act of the Cosmic Guffaw for 2011 was to have Avocado (and thus her parents) taking care of friends who had over-imbibed at a party. Her plan had been to stay at the party until 2, come home with them on BART, and sleep in as late as humanly possible. In the event, the kid called me at 11 asking me to come pick them up. "Everything ok?" I ask, as tactfully as possible (2011 has been a year in which tact has become a tool in daily use). As it turned out, one of her friends had gotten so very drunk as to require carrying down the stairs to the street (where she vomited copiously). Other friend was also drunk, though not in the same league as the first girl. And Avocado, sane human that she is, assessed the situation and called for backup. Her friend, in the weepy stage of drunk, kept crying and apologizing to everyone (even the dog!). We got home in time to watch the ball drop, got both girls hydrated and to bed, and poor Avocado was left to potch about on her computer all alone. Not the way she was planning her New Year to go.

I am hoping that for her, and for Sarcasm Girl, and for all of us, this is a year of good health, good work, successes and pleasures. After the joy that was 2011, we could use it. May it be so for all of you, too.