Wind Chill: 2008

I was making coffee just now and heard some kids outside scream "Happy New Year!" as loud as they could into the wind. Something epic is happening Out There, weather-wise. I don't really look forward to going Out There to properly find out what it is, but it's New Year's Eve. The obligation is to go out. Not that I don't want to go out; I just harbor a vicious hatred of wind and cold.
Last year on New Year's Eve, Lauren toted around a box of cards and envelopes. She asked everyone to write a letter to themselves and promised she'd mail it to us in a year. Of course, a year went by, and I totally forgot about this until I got the mail today and found an envelope addressed to me in my own handwriting. I took it upstairs and reflected on my 2008, thinking of all I have accomplished and everything that has changed. I anxiously awaited tearing open the letter to find what introspective words I had written, thinking perhaps I had written a list of goals or hopes and dreams and hoping I could pat myself on the back for a job well done or use the letter as a way to remember what is truly important. I unfolded the mysterious letter, and read the following:

Victoria-

La Bamba!
Lou Diamond Phillips.

Maracas.

Amen.


-Sarah