Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?
I found a dollar in the washer. It’s 2006.
My hair went from this…
I was drugged by some asshole at a bar. I was suddenly fuzzily conscious in his truck. He was talking about getting a room at a hotel. I tried to use my cell phone to dial for help but dropped it into a cup of unknown substance into my lap. I was incredibly uncooridinated and covered in vomit. Thank goodness I was an alcoholic, because I think my body’s tolerance of chemicals was the only thing that gave me the ability to pull it together and get away from that jerk before something worse happened.
On the topic of vomiting, I dated a guy in Norfolk that year. We went out for St. Patrick’s Day. This is the year I found out the Blue Moon does not sit well with me. The next morning, we went out for breakfast. When we returned, I promptly ran to the bathroom and barfed up breakfast. Most of it hit the toilet, but the rest of it hit the cute little rug. Yeah, the relationship didn’t go much past that morning.
LJ’s … the bar where I spent most of my time and money closed. Possibly the saddest day of that whole year.
I attended a wedding where guest gazed in fear as the whole bridal party pulled me out of the bathroom and drug me across the floor to stand for the bouquet toss. At the last minute, I crawled under a table.
I dressed up as Where’s Waldo for Halloween…
I painted the best suitcase EVER!
My future boyfriend (5 more years down the road) was finally old enough to buy his own beer and didn’t have to rely on senior citizens as myself to buy booze for him. That’s right, I’m a cougar. See that look of adoring admiration on his face, he knew I was going to be a real catch… someday.
Melissa and I painted a horse. That’s normal, right? Damn thing looked just like a My Little Pony when we were done!
And that is what I think of when I reflect on 2006!