Dawn

I welcomed the New Year at my grandparents' house with my mother's two brothers, with my grandparents and my great-grandmother, with one uncle's family and the other uncle's dog. It was a lot of fun, but it was incredibly crowded, which seems to stress me out a touch.

We discovered that my dog has an affinity for champagne. She stole the cork when my uncle opened the bottle. I found her gnawing on it in one of the bedroom's and she was viciously protective of her little treasure. Then my grandfather got a little over-enthusiastic in a card game and happened to knock his champagne completely over. It was a total mess, but the puddle on the floor was hastily lapped up by my puppy, much to our amusement.

I really hate champagne. It tastes awful. It smells awful. It's so vigorously bubbly that it's painful to drink. I've only ever sampled it a couple times. Once at a wedding. And then a couple new year's eves with my parents. I keep trying it, thinking it's an acquired taste, and I keep regretting that I tried it. Blegh.

So my uncles have a rather interesting taste in movies and they were about to sit down and watch one just as all the grandchildren were being herded into beds. There was a big fuss because my cousins and my sister were interested in watching this movie, which happened to be rated R and was therefore forbidden. They were all in the living room arguing but I had already settled in my sleeping bag in the room where we were staying. For about ten minutes, I stared at the ceiling and listened to the debate.

The language in the movie was horrible, but the language in schools is surely just as bad.
There were some inappropriate topics, but the kids had all been exposed to jokes of that nature at school.
It was really late (past midnight) but we were on break and could sleep in the next day.
But the language was just really bad. The moms wouldn't want them to watch the movie.

It was at this point I decided to add my two cents by pointing out we could hear everything anyway in our doorless room right by the living room. To further emphasize my statement, I yelled it from my warm sleeping bag rather than get up.

Of course, the adults won the argument, as adults tend to do. The children were issued ear plugs for the night.

School starts back up tomorrow. I am not looking forward to it. But we're halfway there now. It's 2010, our graduating year. It still hasn't sunk in yet.