It's January 1, 2012 and you wake up in a strange bed with a raging headache.
Did you ring in the new year with:
a) Lady GaGa
b) Jeanne Clarke
c) an armadillo (oh, come on, you know you like it)
d) two goldfish and a vampire
e) Tom Selleck
f) Antonio Banderas (that's for you, Ann C.)
And did it involve:
3) the post office
4) Red Lobster
5) a streetcar named Desire?
Now, some of you cheat (er, get creative) and throw everything into your posts, but I really do challenge you to pick ONLY ONE item from the first list and ONLY ONE item from the second list to tell me about your festivities.
A stabbing pain lands behind my right eye. Wrenching myself up, with the
ledge above me, I find that I can only slouch against the wall; I am half
buried in an indoor flowerbed. Pulling my legs into my chest; I wrestle with
my inner ear and stomach. Pulling myself up I peer through the view port
above the ledge. A streetcar emblazoned with the word “Desire” and a driver
that may be Tom Selleck floats past; revealing the void of space and the sun’s
corona growing larger.
I begin to put together a story for the missus.