Always Anna

I was going to wait until I downloaded all my pictures from the weekend to post, figuring that I’d write a wonderfully witty and illustrated post about the debacle that was New Year’s. But the sad fact is that I have been way too tired to deal with connecting my new dig-cam to my computer. So no photos for you. I’m also too tired to be witty. So no wit for you. Ha!

As I mentioned before, I rented a house in Vermont for New Year’s - me and 26 of my closest friends. It was both fun and horrifying - a dichotomous weekend, you could say. Here’s the tale:

It started out sloppy on Thursday - 6 people in 2 cars caravaning from Boston to Mount Snow to pick up the house keys from the realtors. Unfortunately, a late start, a ton of traffic, and crappy weather delayed our arrival, so that we were not the first to get there. Or the second. Or the third. A total of 8 people got the house THREE HOURS before we did with the keys. They made the most of it though, and sat around in the cold drinking beers. Mmm… frosty. Anyways, we all flew inside to the nicest house I’ve ever seen. Way too nice for us. So we all picked beds, moved our stuff inside, and set about putting away all the breakables. I needed to protect my security deposit, after all.

And then the debauchery began. More people arrived, the hot tub was warmed up, bizarre board games/drinking games got started, and the music got pumped up. There were naked guys, empty beer cans, and, later that night, the distinctive sound of people making out in the living room. Nince start to the weekend, right?

Friday dawned to crappy weather, so most of us didn’t bother venturing out. Fast forward past tons of eating, movies, board games, and napping to Friday night. The LSU bowl game started at 7:30 (I think), and everyone was drinking. (Note that some people started drinking with breakfast, but those of us that are sane waited until the game.) LSU kicked butt, which was good since we had two die hard fans in our midst - I know from experience that they suck to hang out with when their team loses. But I digress. We started drinking and hanging out, with a short bar-hopping trip thrown in. Then back to the house for dancing & hot tubbing… good times, no? But then, around 2 am, IT happened.

Someone threw up.

Then another person.

Then another.

Someone had infected our house with the plague - vomit, crap, and snot filled the house. By Saturday morning, only 7 of us were still healthy. 19 people went down. Like any sane person, I fled the house of death with Alexis and BGA to go explore the countryside on snowshoes. Which was awesome. I’d post a hot photo of us here, but, as I said before, I’m too lazy to download it. Maybe I’ll do it later.

We managed to stay out of the house until around 5 pm, when we (somewhat reluctantly) returned to face the plague. Most people felt better - except for our friend Em, who was also “celebrating” her 26th birthday. As our pal Gobo put it, “Happy Birthday! I got you the Ebola virus!” It may be needless to say that Saturday night, New Year’s Eve, was not a crazy sex-fest. I still had fun, since I was surrounded by some of my favorite people, but I kept wondering if I was going to be stricken with the Ebola.

Sunday dawned with the majority of our house feeling much better. But the virus, not willing to let go, infected another 3 people. More vomit. Sweet. A lot of people left for good this day, trying to escape the disease; those of us that stayed entertained ourselves for 5 hours with an awesome boys vs. girls Trivial Pursuit match. Obviously the girls kicked butt. This was followed by movies, Scrabble, and napping. By the end of the day, we had 10 exhausted people left in the house.

We left Monday morning, and I have been wondering ever since: WHO THE H*LL DISEASED EVERYONE? If I find out, I’m kicking his/her *ss.

Happy 2006, everyone!