I've been reflecting on 2012 lately, deciding whether it was just terrible and I'm ready for a fresh start or if I'm ready to continue the good and see what else awesome can happen.
January - Kicked off the year splendidly. Went to Auburn on New Year's Eve, celebrated with some neighbors and older aged Auburn friends (for those of you who don't know, that means people in Auburn over the age of 23), rejoined a dating website, started talking to a few guys
February - Had about decided to move back to Birmingham more full time, had a roommate for about a week before said roommate got into some trouble and just up and moved out, watched one of my besties get robbed at gunpoint, celebrated said bestie's birthday in true Mardi Gras fashion, retreated to Auburn where I felt safe, came back to see Jimmy Buffett and do the tailgate. (*Bucket List Alert* Go to a Jimmy Buffett concert, do the tailgate, do the "Fins" dance - Mission: Accomplished) (Also, don't get me started on the car drama that day before and during the tailgate. Ugh!)
March - Junior League Mardi Gras "ball" (success!), best friend in Auburn's birthday, got a PUPPY (Gemma)
April - Saw Alison Krauss and Union Station (I cried it was so beautiful), Happy 29th Birthday to me (complete with a raging flare up - Ugh!), changed dating website city to Auburn, started talking to a few more guys, Junior League Walk/Run (Success!), found out I would be co-chairing the Arrangements committee for Junior League "next" year, MICKEY HART
May - Almost saw The Cult (I swoon just thinking about them, but that's all we're going to say about that since I didn't ever make it to the show), got shitfaced-skunked-schmammered with the bestie when I missed the show and made a fabulousss first impression on her new boyfriend when he came to pick us up from the bar, and talked to my mom while I was so SSS drunk and committed to going to Nashville before being THAT drunk (yes, all in one night, all of those things), saw Snoop Dogg the next night (let down), started acupuncture for flare up (awesome!), stupid, small-town car issues (a freaking tire broke and it took forever and a million years to fix), went to Nashville with Mom to see a couple guys from Celtic Thunder do their thang, saw Luke Bryan and Jason Aldean in concert (good show!), celebrated the marriage of one of my favorite bartenders and his awesome lady, got hit on by this guy I've known a few years (finally! .... don't get excited, I'm still waiting on him to follow through), started planning for the most legendary Auburn summer EVER
June - Got a job offer when I wasn't even trying!!!, started working even though it was in Birmingham, wondered when the f that guy was going to follow through on his flirtations, worked, worked, worked, skipped the Lady Antebellum concert (bummer)
July - Worked, worked, got a gold star, worked, the whole ex-favorite neighbor thing happened/wondered why the f I can't seem to get anything going with a decent guy, work, Auburn, MOTLEY CRUE/KISS!!!
August - Realized I had a serious, uncomfortable, fan-girl crush on Nikki Sixx (I swoon!), Auburn-Atlanta for work-Auburn-Birmingham, work, bought a bass, work, hippie identity crisis, work, Robert Plant (let's just say front row seats aren't all that awesome when you see more of the guy you're there to see than you could imagine), random outing to see the Lumineers/Old Crow Medicine Show (awesome!), PHISH/stayed out until 4 AM/met the coolest person ever, hippie crisis averted, worked, stayed up until 3 AM with him and friends two nights later, worked, earned a gold star at work AGAIN, saw Loverboy/Pat Benetar/Journey on 5 hours sleep, worked, worked, Auburn, worked
September - Work, fair, Junior League, work, cried at Joe Biden's speech at DNC, work, Auburn for LSU weekend (stayed out 'til 4 AM again), work
October - Work, finished work, Auburn with Space, Miranda Lambert (fun!), Bonnie Raitt (oh.my.soul.awesome!), saw my new coolest person ever again, cooked, caught walking-freaking-pneumonia, Halloween with the amateur skanks
November - Recovery from pneumonia, cast my vote for my man Barack, basked in the dim glow of a computer screen as I relived golden moments from my glory years as a poli sci major and watched the electoral votes for Barack keep adding up, adopted another cat (Lilly), visit from Mel and Laura for Georgia game, saw Velcro Pygmies at Supper Club, saw Southern Culture on the Skids (finally!!!), went to Huntsville to visit family, college friends, and coolest person ever (got a massage, manicure, room service, two nights sleep with no animals, and awesome dinner with college friends, and a beautiful drive there and back), Thanksgiving, had a come apart over being broken up with the Space-man
December - Broke my little toe, realized Lilly has a raging case of feline herpes, started bass lessons, cooked, partied, got all kinds of caught up in moving back to Birmingham, hobbled around, remembered why it is best that the Space-man and I are friends, ignored a text from the ex favorite neighbor, baked, baked, baked, cooked, partied, Christmas-ed, partied, slept, got Tangerine (my Volkswagen Cabrio) out of the shop, Lilly to vet to rule out upper respiratory infection/Gemma vomited everything but the kitchen sink in the exam room/Auburn/Happy New Year's Eve from Auburn! Love, Paige (broken toe and possible flare up), Gemma (super sensitive stomach and 2 meds), Lilly (raging feline herpes and 4 meds)
So, aside from the bass hobby, concerts, Gemma, Lilly and Wild Woman shenanigans, I will declare 2012 a bust. No new tattoos, no Widespread concerts, not a single freaking date with some guy other than Space ...
Now, on to CONCERT OF THE YEAR. There were so many - Alison Krauss, Mickey Hart, Motley Crue, Robert Plant, and Bonnie Raitt are the top five. This is so out of character, prior to this year, but I'm going to have to call it. Motley Crue was it. Then Mickey Hart, Bonnie Raitt, Robert Plant, and Alison Krauss. You know how many shows I went to, though, and the top five are really, truly, so almost tied.
I'm going to elect not to choose any more superlatives of the year, as all I can think of is most terrifying moment of the year, which I prefer not to relive. (See February and that thing about best friends and gunpoint. ::Shiver:: Ick! ::Shiver::)
