My friend Jess, my sister-in-law Jan, and I ran in the Sugar House 5k. It started at 11:30 p.m. and supposedly you were to finish before the new year...
If you actually did finish before midnight, you got these stupid plaques...
If you didn't, you got to get kissed by this handsome dude instead... (Picture of post-kiss...damn the stupid delay!) I think next year I'll opt-out for the kiss by my brother. Wanting to puke for half-an-hour to ring in the new year just isn't what I'd call FUN, but thanks for dragging me into it, anyway. Maybe by next year I'll forget all the pain and pukiness and try it again. I'll tell ya, though, that sure is ONE way to get rid of all the fondue from Jen's party. I'm thinkin' next time I'll let it simmer on my ass for a while instead. Happy new year everyone, (and may all our butts be big ones!)
