2008 began at Chez Bombard.


Friends, old and new, crowded every corner of the house, from the kitchen to the living room, and even the garage. Some of my very favorite people ever were there.






I almost missed the ball dropping, which is amusing seeing as I was wearing a party hat for what seemed an hour before the actual event. (That may not even be true. One's timeline tends to get a little out of order.) Emerging from deep conversation with my BFF, I wondered why everyone was counting backwards from 16.


After that, it became a blur of celebration. Someone was following me around with a plastic bag filled with red and green party favors and yelling my name. I almost sat on a plate of Ritz crackers on the bathroom sink. Phone calls, jokes, text messages, and more kissing than I've ever seen in one place before. It was truly a spectacular celebration.

Welcome to the world, 2008: a new beginning full of fresh opportunities and adventures. You're to be welcomed with open arms, but instead you were welcomed with the birth of a new sport (X-Treme Cockblocking) and Ghey screaming "THE BITCHES MOVED ME!" from the basement bathroom of the Bombards'.