New Year, new hope

I'm sitting here on my sofa nursing my first hangover of 2009 and trying to touch type on a laptop, which is really frustrating with a crappy little keyboard and a sore head. Last night John and I got all glammed up and went to a black tie party in a pub in Limerick with a few of our friends. We finished partying at around 5am, and once again I am swearing off gin and tonics for at least a month. In fairness, it was the only night out we had all Christmas, so we got all our alcohol units in for the past two weeks in one night.

The night started off all nice and glamorous, as illustrated above. By 3am it had descended into the following:

Classy chick, huh? Photos were cropped to protect the identity of the innocent.

Ever since John and I met, we have always rang in the New Year together, apart from the one year when I was in Australia five years ago. To me New Years is always more significant than Christmas. If you have had a tough year, then it's a time to draw a line in the sand and move on to the clean slate of another year. Last night we said to each other, 2009 will be our year. And what was really lovely was that all our friends said the same thing to us. When we moved here four and a half years ago, we knew none of these people, but they have shown us such incredible friendship and support in the past few years that I really don't know where we would be without them.

Anyway, onwards and upwards. I'm on CD 9 today, and I finished my monthly dose of the crazy pills two days ago. No major psychotic outbursts this month, thank goodness. In around a weeks time we'll be launching our next two week wait. Hopefully we won't have twelve of them this year.