The Kiddie Cocktail

Scenes from a weekend

I'm not dead.

I've just been traveling and insanely busy, in large part for fun reasons. Rather than not post because I am dithering about the perfect turn of phrase, I'm going to do a couple of mostly-photo posts. Mmm, pretty pictures are... pretty!

This first series has photos that I took over a long weekend at my in-laws' house on Martha's Vineyard, spent with one of my best friends. We call her Bex. She was my freshman year roommate, and we've evolved (or devolved) to the point over 20+ years that we speak our own language and practically don't have to speak. We do text a lot. Like teenage girl a lot. We don't get to see each other enough. She tolerates me bringing my camera everywhere and taking photos of everything, with nary an eyeroll, deities bless her. We had spectactular weather. We had no children or anyone or anything to take care of but ourselves. We ate whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. I cooked perfect scallops one night. We walked on lots of beaches. We talked. Or didn't talk. It was fantastic.

 

Ferry from Woods Hole.

Bex, Philbin Beach.

Bex, looking like my own personal Title 9 Sports model, Philbin Beach.

This is what our day looked like. Philbin Beach.

The almost-neon green color of the lichen/moss/algae on these rocks was so striking. I've never seen it look like that.

Hunting shells.

Rock hopping.

Drift house, washed up on the beach.

Friends, beach, Cape Poge Bay, Chappaquiddick.

 

Cottage, Chappaquiddick. Bex and her daughters are renting it in August.

Fence, Lucy Vincent beach.

Sofa, Lucy Vincent Beach.

Suspicious persons in hoodies. (In tribute to Trayvon Martin.)

First bare feet of the year. Man, I need a pedicure.

Cairn, Lucy Vincent beach.

Lounging.

Cliffs, Lucy Vincent.

Black Dog breakfast. We don't mess around. Eggs Benedict, hash, pancakes, bacon. It fortifies us to say goodbye.

2011 - My Year In Review

I don't often do things like this, but I rather like this questionnaire, which I swiped from Sundry and Hilarity in Shoes. I barely remember what I did an hour ago, so it's kind of nice to look back at my year and dig up the stuff that deserves to be remembered.

1. What did you do in 2011 that you’d never done before?

I was away from my daughter for an entire week for the first time in our lives. My mother in law generously offered, and I happily accepted. I had the most amazing week, which included the perfect weekend in NYC with one of my best friends, and two days of celebrating my husband's birthday.

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I've mentioned before that I'm not much for resolutions. However, I did say I wanted to be a better wife. I tried. You'd have to ask my husband if I succeeded. Will I make more? Eh. Probably not really.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

No one close. Far-flung friends and friends from the interwebs only.

4. Did anyone close to you die?

No. Whew.

5. What countries did you visit?

The many countries of my mind. International travel is just not in the cards right now. I'll dust off my passport again someday.

6. What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?

Another baby. Oh, wait, did I say that out loud? More patience. Especially for my daughter.

7. What dates from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

-A day in late winter when one of my best friends called, told me she wanted a divorce from her husband (another close friend), and asked if I could help her find an attorney. It was the second marriage of a close friend that I watched fall apart in the span of a few months. I'm still in shock about it, because they, as a couple, were such a huge part of my life and my support system. It's sure as hell made me examine my own marriage under a microscope.

-The magnificent, perfect late June weekend that I spent in New York with one of my best friends, Maya. It could not have been more amazing.

-Three nights alone with my husband for his birthday. We ate well, pretended to be hip and cool, slept late, walked down the street holding hands, and sat on a roof deck watching the sun set over Capitol Hill, giddy, finding our old selves there, under the veneer of parenthood.

-A perfect long July afternoon at our community pool. We'd gotten home from vacation, and found our AC broken. We redeemed the disaster by spending as much of the next day at the pool as possible. It makes me wish the summer were still going on, and that every day was like that day.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Just keeping it all afloat without being institutionalized. This working-parenting-living gig is not for the faint of heart.

9. What was your biggest failure?

Every time that I yelled or lost my temper at my daughter or husband for no good reason.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

A weird bone splinter thing on my big toe early in the year. Pain solved by not wearing heels for a month. A stomach bug in March that felled everyone in the house, one by one, and that took me too long to recover from, thanks to some weird drug side effects. I also had two of the most horrific colds I've ever had this year. One was over the summer, and involved a sore throat so bad that I was positive it had to be strep, and it wasn't. The second cold I got right after Thanksgiving, and made me realize just how very much snot a human head can produce (a fuckton, if you must know, in technical terms). Nothing crazy, but I used to get sick maybe once a year. And then I birthed a petri dish of ebola child.

11. What was the best thing you bought?

Two fabulous, unique, well-made dresses from Emmett McCarthy's boutique in New York. I didn't know who the heck he was, and stumbled into his shop, finding myself in this lovely, tailored oasis from the summer style hell that is the maxi dress.

12. Where did most of your money go?

Probably (1) childcare and (2) wine. These things are related.

13. What did you get really excited about?

My new Kindle. It was a gift from my husband for Mothers' Day, and it's made me really embrace reading again. Not that I ever stopped, but damn, I treat that thing like a slot machine at Vegas, except it spits out words instead of quarters. I'm just so happy that the 3,000 books I can have on there don't take up any room in my space-limited urban rowhouse.

14. What song will always remind you of 2011?

Anything from The National's "High Violet" album.

15. Compared to this time last year, are you:

Happier or sadder?  Happier. A major factor is that my daughter is older, and just so much less needy of me. And that she sleeps. SLEEP.
Thinner or fatter? Thinner. I think.
Richer or poorer? Richer, in all ways.

16. What do you wish you’d done more of?

Sleeping. Time alone with my husband.

17. What do you wish you’d done less of?

Stressing out over stupid, insignificant things. When I'm tired or busy, it's just too easy for me to get overly wound up over all the wrong things.

18. How did you spend Christmas/Hanukkah?

We celebrated Christmas at our house on the 24th, and had a lovely relaxing day full of presents, a fire (in the fireplace!), wine and good food. I really think I want to do it that way every year because the stores are open, so you can run out and get that extra bottle of wine or stick of butter. December 25 was spent (1) driving to New Jersey for my husband's family's annual Hanukkah party; (2) ditching the kid with her grandparents and seeing a movie; and (3) eating tasty Chinese food with the family like a good Jew. The 26th was an all-day family Hanukkah fest full of bagels, latkes, lox, laughter, wine, presents, fire, more wine, desserts, wine, more presents, happy kids running around with their cousins. It was all awesome, and I wish I could do it every day.

19. What was your favorite TV program?

Game of Thrones, hands down. I am a giant nerd.

20. What were your favorite books of the year?

Ohhh, so many to choose from. I loved The Help, and read it for what it is - a great story, set in a certain time and place, with extraordinary characters. So glad I read it before all the proverbial shit hit the proverbial fan when the movie came out. A Discovery of Witches also stands out, and I can't wait for the next books in the series. Finally, I went on a YA dystopian fiction tear, and my favorites were The Hunger Games series, The Uglies series and Divergent (eagerly awaiting the next books). There wasn't fiction quite like that when I was a YA, and some of it is really good. I am also a nerdy 16-year old girl at heart.

21. What was your favorite music from this year?

I listened to "High Violet" and "Boxer" by the National kind of nonstop. I also loved everything from the Treme soundtrack - it makes me so homesick/nostalgic for New Orleans.

22. What were your favorite films of the year?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha, ohhhh. Um, see, I never go to the movies. I didn't go all that much even before having a kid, and now we only go when we have parent babysitting, because it's hard to justify $15 per hour for a $10 movie. I saw exactly two movies this year in a theatre: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2 and Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. By default, they were my favorites.

23. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I was thirty-goddamn-eight, damn it. Old. Sigh. I always try to stretch the celebration out to several days. My in laws were visiting, so I got to go out for two consecutive nights (crazy, right?) with friends for great food and beverages. I had to work on my actual birthday, and was getting my kid's cold, but tried to rally for dinner out with the guy and the girl anyhow.

24. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

Winning the lottery. Duh.

25. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2011?

I've been trying to spruce up my quality basics with some color and print and different non-solid, non-boring fabrics- hello, Anthropologie! I covet all of you. I also bought and wore and liked two pairs of skinny jeans, which I swore I would never wear again since I lived through the '80's.

26. What kept you sane?

(1) Wine. (2) My husband. (3) Running outside. Not necessarily in that order.

27. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2011.

This sounds so cliched, but don't take the great things in your life for granted. Stop and appreciate them. Thank your husband for everything he does. Screw making dinner - order takeout or make grilled cheese -  and sit down on the floor and play with your kid. Hug everyone. Tell your mother in law what an awesome, generous, creative babysitter she is. Call your friends and send them unexpected presents. I just saw friends' lives crumble around them this year as their marriages dissolved, as they mourned lost loved ones, and as they tried to pick up the pieces. I was scared and humbled by their losses, and it makes me want to appreciate the living daylights out of everything I hold dear.

Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Happy New Year! Happy whatever OMG someone please hand me a drink and I need a nap

It's kinda been like that, this past month. Let me 'splain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up.

Three! Three! THREEE! My girl is three! Three birthday parties, so very many cupcakes,  fun, sore feet, BIG GIRL. Then, Thanksgiving, which is just like Norman Rockwell but with a gaggle of New York Jews (Erwin Rockowitz?), plus MOAR BERFDAY on account of four of the five little kid cousins have November birthdays. Next came the worst, most horrific mucus-laden cold ever in the history of the world which attacked just before a 4-day cross-country work trip to sort of the middle of nowhere in Oregon. (Think I'm kidding? Look up Roseburg, OR.) Still, traveling alone with the world's worst cold was still 847 times easier than traveling anywhere with a small child. My snot and I got to read lots of books.

Roberta (@DCZia) 12/2/11 6:24 PM Oh my god, my head is full of snot. I am utterly besnotted.

And I got to wear this:

Home to continue drowning in nasal secretions, and marking my days by the number of wet pants sent home with my allegedly potty-training child. Managed to get a Christmas tree.

Roberta (@DCZia) 12/4/11 6:53 PM Tree decorated, football on, happy child, awesome dinner, glass of wine, Christmas tunes, a few moments to myself. This is Sunday.

Didn't manage to fully unpack.

I think she wants to go next time.

Then off on another work trip to the north shore of Lake Michigan in December (yes, I get to go to ALL THE HOT SPOTS). I also did this on the way (I blame the mucus):

Roberta (@DCZia) 12/12/11 5:40 PM I just realized I left my Kindle in an airplane seat back pocket. I fail at Kindle ownership. Dumbass.

Back home to a panic of ordering and addressing holiday cards and madly clicking through all of Amazon to order Christmas and Hanukkah presents for everyone. Plus a minute amount of actual going to a store and dealing with the other humans. And some burning questions about perfect holiday gifts.

Roberta (@DCZia) 12/11/11 1:04 PM My husband is not allowed to come to IKEA without his phone ever again. This is a complete clüstërfückën.   Roberta (@DCZia) 12/14/11 9:33 AM Does everyone really want Vi@gra for Christmas? My e-mail spam would lead me to believe that they do.

Somewhere in here, this happened:

Roberta (@DCZia) 12/11/11 9:07 AM I may be forced to conclude that The Age Of The Nap is over. Shoot. Adieu. Sigh.

The multiple crazed calls to American's Lost and Found in Chicago actually paid off, and restored my faith in humanity. It was practically my very own Miracle on 34th Street.

Roberta (@DCZia) 12/15/11 2:11 PM Thanks to several people Doing The Right Thing, American is Fed Exing my Kindle, and it will be back in my absent-minded paws tomorrow.

And holy crap, I don't even know what else, because it is all a blur of UPS Store trips, gift cards, ugly red sweaters at office parties, extra fees for rush shipping, address labels, wrapping paper, and ribbon, and I wished I were a brown paper package tied up with string, because then I could just LIE THERE under the tree and look at the pretty, pretty lights.

Roberta (@DCZia) 12/9/11 9:08 PM My sweet Jewish husband just does not understand my desire to sit and look at my pretty Yule tree, bless his li'l Ashkenazi heart.

One of my best friends sent me this.

It's a Beyonce The Giant Metal Chicken magnet, in case you couldn't tell. Knock knock, motherfucker. Just read that Bloggess post. That will explain it all.

And then for some reason, we decided it was a good idea to have a party on December 23, because we weren't going anywhere. So we invited neighbors and friends and small children over. Drinks were drunk, much soup and cheese and chocolate was consumed, the adults chatted, the small children ran amuck, and a good time was had by all. And there was this:

Roberta (@DCZia) 12/18/11 9:12 AM My daughter gets the words "nipples" and "antlers" confused. Holiday hilarity ensues.

We did Christmas/Yule on December 24, and had a great day at home, unwrapping presents, making beef bourgignone, and sipping wine in front of the fire.

Roberta (@DCZia) 12/24/11 4:05 PM Christmas Eve dinner: beef borguignone. Using butter like my life depends on it.

We drove to New Jersey on Christmas Day and did Jewish Christmas, wherein my husband and I went to a movie, and then ate really good Chinese food with the family. More present overload on the 26th, with the annual family Hanukkah fest. More wine, bagels, lox, whitefish, present unwrapping, wine, fire, repeat. We drove home yesterday, the car bumper practically dragging on the Turnpike due to the load of the kid's loot, good grief. The four hour trip somehow took eight hours due to traffic, construction, rain, and I don't even know what.

Roberta (@DCZia) 12/27/11 6:47 PM Our 4 hour trip home to DC from NJ is at 7 hours and counting. How do I loathe thee, I95? Let me count the ways...

And now I'm sitting here in a stupor in my office, wishing I had just a teensy weensy bit more leave time, so I could still be on vacation. Because it all really has been uncommonly wonderful, if uncommonly busy. I'm happy, my kid is magnificent, and I am afloat in good cheer from the family and friends I am so lucky to have. Drink Sing we joyous all together, heedless of the wind and weather.

 

Summertime rolls...

For so many reasons, this summer has been about a thousand percent more awesome than last summer. Even though it's supposed to be 100 degrees (again) tomorrow, I'm good. I can roll with it, I can still say this summer is/has been/will be amazing. If you don't want to read all these words, just go peek at my Flickr set for the summer. That does sum it right up.

 

Reason 1: My kid is at least 50% more awesome than she was last year. Last year, she was one. God, one year olds, MY GOD. They are CHOCK FULL of mobility and energy, but they don't have the sense or attention span of a rubber ball, and they sure as hell don't bounce like one, so you spend all of your time chasingchasingchasing. Up the stairs, down the stairs, outsideoutsideoutside, OMFG don't FALL down the stairs, don't run off the sidewalk into the street, not under there, not over there, don't climb that, you're going to fall....oh shit, you fell (insert blood curdling screaming). Say what you will about two, but I have liked it a hell of a lot better than one. I wouldn't go so far to say that the Olive is rational, but she sure can talk a mile a minute, and understand even more. She can and actually WILL (mostly) listen to directions. She knows not to step off the sidewalk into the street, and she won't. I can now be one of those parents that can spend some time sitting on my butt on the playground, because my kid can climb up and down and over almost everything, and I don't have to worry. I get up for the occasional assist on a ladder, or to prevent an escape (because darn it, she knows exactly how all the gates work), or to get someone to share or apologize. She also sleeps all night, can climb onto her own chair, can be trusted to play in another room by herself, and even fetch me things. I sleep! My cocktails get left unspilled! I'm living the dream.

 

Reason 2: We joined a community pool. Which makes us so totally bourgeousie, I know. I know! (Even worse: it's a pool AND racquet club. Ayup.) But I so don't care because the pool is so goddamn awesome. It is hot and humid and utterly unfit-for-humans-swamp-ass around here in the summer, and the only two sensible places to be are indoors with copious air conditioning or outdoors and up to your neck in water. We got home from vacation last Saturday night to a house full of hot air and broken A/C in 100 degree weather. I cried while Seth found a friend to house us in their basement overnight. On Sunday, we bought fans and giant containers of raspberries at Costco, and spent four hours at the pool. FOUR HOURS. I am not a pool person. I like the water just fine, but I grew up in the Southwest, where there is no water. I have the pale, freckly skin of a Northern European mutt, so I was never one for tanning. I mean, we went swimming sometimes when I was a kid, and the public pools were fine, but it wasn't what I wanted to do all the time. However, no pool I ever went to is like this pool. There's a kiddie pool, a beach entry pool, splash fountains, a big pool, diving boards, a water slide, a snack bar (with ice cream!), a playground, tennis courts, volleyball, all nestled into grassy, tree-shaded grounds. Four hours passed in a blink, and I loved every minute of it, as did the small monkey fish child. I seriously want to go to the pool every day (who the hell am I??), and I'm going to be very sad when it closes after Labor Day.

Reason 3: Multiple trips to the Vineyard. (Yes, again, I know -I am appallingly bourgeousie, and my in-laws happen to have a house on Martha's Vineyard. Look, I'm incredibly lucky. I know! I appreciate it! I swear! I'll send you a Black Dog shirt!) Last summer, we had only one trip planned, due to everyone's schedules. It was at the very end of summer, the last week of August through Labor Day. 2010 was a long fucking hot summer and a long time to wait for grandparent babysitting and entertainment in one of my favorite places. I remember sitting in my office, practically laying on my desk moping, counting down the weeks and days and hours, because I felt like it was all I had to live for when it was 100 degrees and 75% humidity outside. And then, after our trip, just like that, summer was over. I really had post-vacation depression. I declared that in 2011, we were not waiting until the end of the summer to go just once, because my mental health would not be able to take it. So far - success! We have already been twice, and have a third trip planned. The first trip was over Fourth of July weekend (which no sane person should spend in Washington more than once. It's worth it once to see the fireworks on the Mall. After that you should just flee, because it's ungodly hot and full of sweaty people in really ugly patriotic clothing, white Reeboks and fanny packs). The second trip was last week, including the double bonus feature of my brother-in-law and his family live and in person from Australia. (Despite the fact that we had four colds, two respiratory infections, and one case of Lyme disease among us, the trip was generally a success). Our third trip is in a month, and we're also importing our own playmates- friends from the neighborhood whose son is the Olive's age. I have high hopes for more fun and less pestilence.  

Reason 4: The gift of one week. I got a week without the small child, for the first time ever. The longest I'd been away from her before that was about 48 hours. In that week, I didn't cook once. I had a perfect New York City weekend with one of my best friends that I never see because she lives in San Francisco. We ate well, had cocktails with lunch, got coffee whenever we felt like it, shopped, ate some more, walked and walked and walked and walked (as one is wont to do in NY when there is perfect summer weather), had some wine, saw old friends, and talked nonstop. I had time alone, where I read a ton, watched whatever I wanted (which was like, ten episodes of Glee -so hooked now), steyed up past ten (OMFG!), and lazed in bed in the morning reading. Finally, I got two days with just my husband, for the first time since our girl was born in November 2008. More great food, more walking. We actually held hands because no one had to chase a child! We talked and laughed and drank and went to awesome hip places in our 'hood, and stayed out late. BECAUSE WE COULD. We are about 400 percent cooler without a kid, I'm afraid. Though we probably lost at least 100 percentage points of cool for being so giddy at being without our kid for a couple of days.

 
Hello, lovelies! Maya holds our tasty lunch cocktails.

Reason 5: Burgers on the grill and sliced watermelon are so easy and totally count as a complete dinner. And you can eat it outside. On paper plates! FOR THE WIN.

Reason 6: Summer clothes. There are just so very many fewer of them than in winter. It is about 300% easier to get everyone dressed in the morning. Shirt, shorts & Crocs for the child, dress & sandals for me, DONE. Somewhere in me, I am sure I still have some romantic love for winter, for the cozy sweaters and fuzzy hats, and glasses of wine by the fire. I am sure that love will re-kindle at about the time the kid can dress her own damn self, because right now? Just thinking about all those hats and mittens and boots and sweaters and snow pants and layers and bits to be wrestled into and lost just makes me want to cry. So, just pass the sunscreen and the frozen margaritas, please, and yes, I think I will just kick off my flip flops right over there and dangle my feet in the pool.

 

Nothing but bullet points

This is all I got. New year, schmew year.

• Our holidays were pretty good. There was as much lazing around as one can do without a lot of childcare, without a lot of vacation time and with a small, speedy, demanding and loud child around. For the sake of some peace and wine, I did introduce Dora the Explorer into our household, a move which I may live to terribly, terribly regret. I tried to make sure we ate well, listened to Christmas music, and that the house was full of pretty lights, decorations and booze cheer.

 

• The Olive had a really good time. She loved having us home, loved the nights we did drinks and snacks in front of the fire instead of sitting down for dinner. She got lots of great gifts, but not too many. She walked around the house saying "It's Christmas time! It's Christmas time!" She was adorable about wanting to open presents and more presents, but was sweet and accepting when we told her Christmas was over and there weren't any more presents. Sometimes, I think I couldn't ask for a better kid. Except when I want to put her in a box with airholes and ship her to China.

 

• My mom came for a week. I think we all had a good time. Except for the fateful day we all tried to do a Capitol tour. It began with Seth bailing on the tour and going home to save our $50 worth of fancy travel coffee mugs and Nalgene bottles and organic food from being thrown in the trash, because you can't bring ANYTHING into the Capitol. ANYTHING. Not EMPTY WATER BOTTLES, people. My mom and I bailed on the tour about 15 minutes in, when it was apparent that it was a dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, DUMB idea to bring a toddler along who can't fathom why she should not be allowed to run like a rabid raccoon around the Rotunda, shouting "Look! Windows! Lights! Statues!" Our morning ended with an actual head wound on a marble step in the Vistor's Center, FTW!
• New Year's. Pffft. The thing about New Year's Day, just now? it's not a holiday. I can't stay up late. Because it's going to be just another day where someone demands my attention full throttle at 6:00 am. I was asleep by 9:30 on New Year's Eve. I did make a really awesome dinner for the Eve. Marinated steak, Pioneer Woman's shrimp, parmesan mashed potatoes, green beans with almonds, some great bread, pastries from a local bakery, and wine, beautiful wine.
• I am opposed to New Year's resolutions. People set impossible goals, never keep them, and end up disappointed and without any change in their lives. It's the false hope of New Year's which is itself an overblown, overhyped occasion. More on that...some other time.
• That said, damn it if I didn't start thinking about what I could do better. At the top of the list: be a better wife. Gonna start with actually hiring a babysitter once in awhile. I so have control and micromanaging tendencies. They are magnified about ten thousand fold when it comes to The Preshus Child. Hence, we've barely had any babysitters (other than family) for two entire years. I know. Roll your eyes at me, tell me I'm overreacting. The kid will be fine. I am. I know. You are totally right.
• And I want to write. More. Better. Faster. Pussycat! Over 2010, I discovered so many more amazing writers here on the interwebs, people who brought me to my knees with beauty, tears, and gut-busting laughs. You inspire me, all of you.
• You can see I'm off to a REALLY FUCKING GREAT start with that "more writing" thing as I am finally posting for the first time in over a month with bullet points.
• I also want to take more photos. More! Better! Faster! Yeah, you know. My 35 mm f/1.8 lens changed my life last year. It's fast, I learned about bokeh. I shot great, different stuff; just not enough of it. This year, more of that, plus trying my hand at Photoshop, which I finally sucked up and purchased.
• I so covet one of these bags. I am sure that the second I get it, my photos will dramatically improve. Fortunately, my birthday is coming up and I think I have already wheedled my way into this bag. I'm coming for you, Annie Liebowitz!
• And now I would like 4 extra hours in each day, in which I am not doing anything for anyone else or eating or sleeping, so I can actually write something coherent, and climb up the very steep learning curve of Photoshop.
• Speaking of sleep. this time of year kills me. Just kills me. Almost literally. I don't do well with the lack of light. I don't have an office with a window. I have to actually go outside to see the sun, and brrr. I'm taking vitamin D and getting exercise to try to combat this, but I'm not sure it's working. Yesterday, an amount of coffee that should have had a Clydesdale tap-dancing still left me ready to crawl in bed at 5:00 or sooner. I used to like winter. I think I used to get outside more. I also used to have the freedom to lie on the sofa all day, wrapped in a blanket, alternately dozing and watching movies. Hibernating. Small children are not conducive to the hibernation state. Goddamn, she really wears me out, but I guess I love her anyway. Anyone with winter coping advice or crack or coke or uppers will be welcomed with open arms and more booze.
• In other news, only 59 days until we get Daylight Savings Time again. Fo' serious. March 13, y'all. I'll see you when the sun comes back.