New Year’s Eve was on the farm was a special kind of experience. Mike had invited all their friends from near and far to be part of the celebration – which coincided with Tammy’s 50th birthday. I didn’t know most of the people there, while all the people there had known each other for most of their lives, so I was feeling a bit like an interloper – a welcomed interloper – but still an interloper.
The vibe suited my mood just fine. While there was booze and food aplenty, I didn’t really feel like partying. Just watching.
I made sure to have something boozy in my cup when fireworks went off at midnight. Lots of hugs and well-wishes.
This morning I awoke to the sound of Codie vomiting in the bathroom. Mike still hasn’t been to sleep. Everyone else looks like they got beaten to submission by a cocktail molotov. Apparently there’s still a ton of booze left in the shop.
I don’t really have a plan for the day. There’s talk of a sleigh ride. Maybe some hockey too. Mike has enough sticks to go around. We’ll see how she goes.
Happy 2016 everyone!