The weather is beautiful and the air is intoxicating here in San Diego. Nova my mom and I went to a fancy breakfast this morning. Now, Nova is at a friend’s birthday party at a Chinese restaurant and we are lazing around the living room. I called and Andy. He’s watching the Broncos game in Vegas. Everyone is accounted for.

Tonight, Nova and I are going to an eighties themed New Year’s party at a converted church. We had high hopes for our eighties costumes, since we’re both experts on the subject. But today our excitement waned when we thought about the physical work it would take to get all the stuff rounded up and then put ourselves together. I wish our spandex leotards with belts and matching legwarmers, head and wrist bands would just magically appear out of a time vortex for free and in the right size and perfect neon colors. I was going to put all kind of junk in my hair to make it into a mowhawk. Now, I feel like we’ll just put on some cute dresses, a little make-up and hang out for a while. Really, in my perfect New Year’s party world, it would be celebrated with a hot cup of coco and a cheesy movie on pay per view.

Thinking about going out tonight is making me tired. I haven’t had a cup of coffee in three years but today I’m serious considering it.