Merry 2009, GrodsReaders! How were your celebrations of the arbitrary clock tick? Please share mad/bad/sad stories in comments. Here are a couple of highlights from my night.

Funny: FAIL
One of my girlfriend’s many musical duties is playing the keyboard in an ’80s cover band, and on new year’s eve she was playing a gig near Daylesford. This band’s events always attract a sizeable contigent of cougars, and last Wednesday night was no exception. However, with Daylesford being the regional gay and lesbian capital of Victoria this gig was packed with heaps of lesbian cougars.

Awesome.

But there were also a lot of gay men in attendance, and it was this fact that left me reeling after a joke went horribly wrong in the toilets. I was standing at a very small two-person urinal, and just like a two-person tent the two-person urinal was really only built for one-and-a-half-persons. While quietly doing my thing at the urinal another man squeezed in beside me and began doing his thing. Without turning around (because you must never make eye contact at a urinal) I was certain that it was the lead singer’s husband who I’d been drinking with all night. Trying to be really funny I asked, “Do you come here often?” It wasn’t the lead singer’s husband.

No wondow lickers
Saw this sign at a chocolate shop on the way home on new year’s day. The GrodsTeam, being a bunch of wondow lickers, would not be welcome in that shop.

Anti-intellectually disabled discrimination in action

It’s been bloody hot in Melbourne ever since I got back into town on Boxing Day. Yesterday hit 41 degrees at about 5pm, dropped to about 30 degrees at midnight for the New Year’s celebrations, and didn’t go below 28 degrees all night. With the house already super-heated from the past couple of days there was absolutely no chance of getting any sleep. McBec and I moved to the spare room which has a better breeze from the window but neither of us managed more than an hour or two of proper sleep. It’s the only time I’ve ever wished for an air conditioner in my house. I normally cope with the heat quite well but this was ridiculous.

But spare a thought for poor Napoleon. He’s been walking around the house for the past two days looking like he wants to die. He spent last night at the foot of our bed making pathetic meow noises. I’m sure the RSPCA would’ve had no objection if I shaved his fur right off.

Last night was nice, though. Shunning boozy New Year’s party plans McBec and I went to a posh Italian restaurant, ate awesome food, drank awesome wine, and then went to see a movie. We were home by 11:30pm and read books in our underpants as the clocked ticked over to 2008. How romantic.

What did you peeps get up to?