I’ve officially reached that ever-so-elusive goal of vacation: relaxation. I define this feeling as the point at which you start thinking about going home while realizing, happily, that you still have several days of vacation left. You no longer feel the need to hurry up and enjoy yourself!
Tonight we’re going to attend a low-key New Year’s celebration and probably be in bed before Midnight. There’s really no need to get drunk on champagne while watching some simpleton in Times Square, who is, in turn, watching a big sparkly ball.
Or maybe we’ll wind up having a blast and staying way past the end of 2008. One never can tell.
Christmas this year was a little tamer than in years past, but I don’t know whether that was a function of us as a family getting older and not being able to justify truly unnecessary gift-giving/-receiving, or if it’s a function of the current recession.
(At what point does a ‘deep recession’ become a ‘depression’?)
We also just celebrated Sean’s first birthday, which is unbefuckinlievable. He horsed down a big piece of German chocolate cake (pictures to follow when we return to the East).
Anyway, Happy New Year!
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1 NanMel // Jan 1, 2009 at 11:31 am
I feel the need to interject. To quote “no need to get drunk on champagne…” Dear Sir, you are wrong! I will concede that as we get older the copious amounts of alcohol deemed socially appropriate dwindles. However, it is New Year’s Eve and at a minimum a toast of some sort is appropriate. Unless you are a communist. Then you hardly notice time passing amongst the cold and oppression.
Happy New Year! Hazaa!
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