I'd like to say that I was busy writing a novel, learning a new trade, putting together a gallery exhibit, paramedic training...
Long story short, I spilled a glass of coconut water on my newly beloved four month old laptop with the neat built in webcam. Rendering it useless, null, void, gone forever and ever in .3 seconds flat.
I did everything in my power (which started with a hairdryer and ended with prayers to a god that has long ago forsaken me) but shockingly enough, nothing worked.
So last week I finally broke down and bought a new power cable on Amazon for approximately $16 to bring my old, heavy, clunky compaq back to life.
And here I am again.
Christmas has come and gone. It was a dizzying whirlwind of spending ridiculous amounts of money, miles of metallic curling ribbon, cats forced into wearing holiday garb, and Sutter House pinot grigio. All of this ended with a 48+ hour baking marathon resulting in some of the most remarkable cupcakes I've ever produced, and me hitting the cold hard wall of exhaustion at mind bending speeds once on Christmas eve, and then again on Christmas day when I nearly threw up crab rangoon while brushing my teeth. It was awful. Christmas on the whole though, was very good.
Which brings us to New Years. Which was wonderful all around.
I spent the night of NYE in a glamorous matching flannel PJ set (courtesy of Mum for Christmas), making home-made ranch dressing with Pat while he showed me why Portlandia is one of the best shows I will ever live to see.
We watched the ball drop from the comfort of home, had some cheap champagne and slept till 1 the next day. And then made beef stew. Still in pajamas.
I'm going to guess and say it was 2003 (might have been 2004) that I ventured into NYC for New Years Eve with a Japanese friend. After fulfilling his ridiculous request to visit Harlem after dark, we set off for Times Square. We ended up mooshed in a frantic crowd about a half-mile away from the epicenter.
The clock struck twelve, and we saw spotlights blazing, microscopic glitter from a distance...all the while I had been having my behind grabbed inappropriately since approximately 11:48 by some unidentifiable face in the crowd. It was like Tokyo rush-hour subway meets party of the century, and I just happened to be in the same car as groper for the win, BANZAI!
And on that note, here are my 2012 resolutions:
1- More vegetables, less hollandaise and stealing bits of fried chicken that "fall out" of the wraps I make. I'm not going on a diet. I simply refuse to make myself a slave for Arnold bread thins, egg whites and crap that isn't even worth eating. However, my hips have gained more than their fair share of territory in my allocated jean repertoire. While I can still wear them, there is little room for things such as doing the "twist and shout" or simply bending over. I would like to be able to reach into my pockets again without the fear of skinning my knuckles.
2- Doing Yoga again. Because it just feels awesome. And I'm good at it.
3- Growing my hair long. I'm taking biotin. This is easy. I'd like to have one really easy goal.
4- Exploring the idea of baking on my own, as a business.
How the hell do you ship red velvet cupcakes across the country and have them arrive looking as good as when they were first made? I don't know...but some people do this....somehow....