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Wednesday, January 3, 2007
The Weird Thing
By Paul Ford
“I just sat around,” I said. “It's my least favorite holiday. Did a bunch of work, actually. Mo was bartending and I didn't feel like going out. How'd you do?”
“I left a party,” said my friend, “at 12:03. I'd had enough. And then I went home and I swear to god the walls were vibrating. People were out of their minds. I couldn't hear my own TV. And you can't ask them to keep it down on New Year's.”
“You can't,” I said.
“So I got all my blankets and a pillow and I went down to my car. Put the seats down. Stretched out. It started raining.”
“Like camping.”
“Totally pleasant. I woke up completely rested at like 11. No hangover. With the rain falling around me. I mean, if I'd stayed home, I'd have been miserable. But I slept in my car. I did the weird thing and I was happy.”
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