Life on Mars--you're still the one.

[ifeelbetter]

I panicked about the whole what-you're-doing-at-the-stroke-of-midnight-sets-the-tone-for-the-whole-year superstition thing and made my roommate--who had all four wisdom teeth taken out earlier this week--come with me to a friend's house so that we weren't (a) alone at midnight watching bad TV or (b) something similarly pathetic. She--my roommate--has great patience with my whims of superstition and celebrated being back on solid food by going with me to my friend's house (we call her Awesome Hair because...well, the name says it all, doesn't it?) despite the fact that Awesome Hair doesn't drink and was having a Mormon church youth festivity thing that I'm pretty sure she only invited us to out of pity.

It turned out awesome (we played a game with scrabble pieces and wordplay and my roommate and I were the only ones who drank champagne), though, and I feel like we fulfilled the obligation of setting a good tone for the new year. And then we came home and I made her watch the whole first episode of Life on Mars (reminding me yet again of my deep and abiding love of John Simms) and it was lovely.

So. Yay! If this night is predictive of the coming year, I should spend a great deal of it meeting new people and playing word games. Not too shabby, I think.

So Happy New Year's to you all!