Where Did January Go?
Is it possible to feel like January was an incredibly long month and at the same time feel like it went by way too fast? Did I do anything in January? It’s hard to believe we rang in the new year exactly a month ago and yet I can barely remember all the things that have happened between then and now. The Lee Family New Year’s Day Seafood Fest — its crab cakes, scallops, shrimp and oysters fried to perfection and sprinkled with tobasco — seem like a faded memory of the distant past. I am suddenly hungry for fried seafood.
To reignite the neurons in my 24-year-old memory, I delved into a photo recap of the last 31 days.
I spent the very first moments of 2011 and of January with, among others, these crazy people.
We celebrated the 25th birthday of the happy camper in the middle with dollar beers and expert dance moves. He refused to speak to the paparazzi at the time, so the interwebs will never know all the things he plans to accomplish between 25 and 30.
In the spirit of dragging out the holidays as long as possible, the office holiday party didn’t happen until January. Though hundreds of pictures have been surfacing on the network drives at the office lately, this is the only decent one I have from the night.
Oh wait, there was one more decent picture from the night …
The next week I went out for the second consecutive Thursday in January (wild, I know!) to see Kevin, Hanson and their band One City Mile battle it out against several really great bands (that I’m still listening to) at Jammin’ Java.
The very next night I took this girl out to see Sunset Boulevard at the Signature Theatre in Shirlington for her 25th birthday. I think you can tell she was particularly happy to be scarfing down a quick Chinese meal before heading to the show.
A whole mess of us took a day trip to White Tail to go skiing, and to see Jessie try it for the first time. In case you weren’t aware, I’m a pretty intense alpine athlete.
On the coldest night of the year so far, Rochelle hosted her birthday party in a private room karaoke bar in Adams Morgan. There was Celine Dion, a tambourine and jumbo slice involved. I went from very skeptically singing Ace of Base to planning our next visit in two short hours full of ’90s rap, bad music videos and a tribute to Hank Williams, Jr.’s Family Tradition.
Then the snow came. Thundersnow, which threatened to leave me without power, thankfully gave up the fight after I spent a grueling five minutes in the dark.
And I was stuck inside, working from home, while the kind people plowed and shoveled the neighborhood. I may have ventured dangerously close to crazy cat lady land that day.
But Lily was looking so charming once the sun finally peeked through the blinds of the apartment. And I caught Prince guarding my TV remote on my bed.
Looking back is a great way to look forward, so in February I’m resolving to spend less time taking pictures of the cats and more time doing fabulous, fun, noteworthy things. Hugh turns 25 this month, and I’m determined to get him to say something about it on the Flip. Something that doesn’t involve the Orioles, that is.
It’s the shortest month of the year, but I’m fixing to get a lot out of February.