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i wrote this post last friday, and patted myself on the back for having such foresight.  all i would have to do is click "publish" on january 1, et voila!  new year's post sans drunken spelling!  however, i got so sick (unfortunately, not from drinking) that i spent all of sunday and monday in bed, asleep.  seriously, i slept about 39 hours in two days.  i'm all better now, besides the fog my head is in from linking wordpress, sew weekly and gravatar accounts to each other.  i HATE online clutter.  anyhoo.  here's the story:

as we left the country for the big city, ruggy sensed i was unhappy.  (this unhappiness was due to the sore throat that would shortly turn into the Thirty Nine Hour Disease).  after completing airport security, he escorted me immediately into the Private Club Bar.  lest you get the wrong high fallutin' idea about us, anyone of age can walk into this joint. they have to call it that because it's a dry county.  somehow, those magic words make it all okay. we settled in with two shots of knob creek, my pour all the better when i made the bartender aware the shade of lipstick on my glass was not my own. 

i almost drank it anyway.

WHY HAVE WE NOT DONE THIS BEFORE.  the flight was wonderful.  ruggy gave a haaaaayaaayyyy to a startled female passenger snapping a pic of the empty plane (there were six of us onboard) and we were off.  

and we had magical seats.  we were supposed to be in 5B & C.  pre knob creek, i angrily switched us to row 4 when the computer screen showed a possible reclining issue.  on board, ruggy walked us to row 5, thinking it was 4, and presented me with the window seat, even though it was not my turn.  (cue en vogue chorus here.)  when i flipped the tray table down i found this note.  i let out a little yelp and beat ruggy's arm.  oh, that's nice, babe, he purred.  

now, i'm not really one for hang-in-there type phrases, but you wouldn't have guessed it from the way i lovingly patted my note for the rest of the flight.  i've never been the recipient of this sort of surprise, and it made me giddy.  some stranger purposefully stuck a post it on the inside of a tray table for whomever should sit there next. and i wasn't even supposed to sit there.  now i want to leave notes on subway cars and in bathrooms and on small dogs in the park.  

but for now i'll leave a note here, to any stranger who's reading, may your new year be bright, in every happy way imaginable.

(my new year starts right now, the first two days of it having been a thobbing blur.)