New Year’s Eve is always bittersweet. It’s quite a lot of fun. The ladies wear their sequined shirts, the kids blow their noisemakers, and the gentlemen wear their new Christmas sweaters and laugh heartily around the bar. It turns into a pretty late night and it marks the last hurrah of the Christmas season.
A sequined shirted mom at our New Year’s Eve party approached her husband at the bar. She looked tired and rather worn out by the holiday.
Ms. Sequin: Honey, I need a glass of wine.
Mr. Sequin: Coming right up.
Ms. Sequin: Scratch that. Make it a champagne.
Mr. Sequin: Okee Dokee.
Ms. Sequin: Oh shoot. How about just a DayQuil instead.