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Oh, I'll go back and make some posts, but this week was really busy, and I was running about with Holly and Theo and things. It's been a wonderful holiday in many ways and I feel very odd to be going back to work on Tuesday after nearly two weeks away.

The Blacks threw an excellent party, where the New Year toast led to Dance Dance Revolution which lead to a LOT of chair dancing, lap dancing and interpretive dancing. I danced off all of my Target jewelry and nearly my dress, actually. I sang myself hoarse to eighties and seventies songs and in what had to be the most excellently horrifyingly bittersweet moment of the entire party, I walked out of the living room where Holly, Theo, Tony, Angela and a bunch of other thirtysomethings sat recovering from two hours of dancing up a storm into the kitchen where the twentysomethings (Val, Cassie, Ruby, et al) were furious that not much music from the nineties were being played.

Ruby: "When are we going to stop with this eighties shit?"
Clio: Blinks. "Eighties? Try the seventies. We haven't been in the eighties for about a half an hour."

I felt old and yet I did not care. It was fucking brilliant, and the best New Year's present I could ever have received!

Here is wishing everyone a very safe, happy and successful new year!