On the eve of the pending new year, one is expected to celebrate the previous year, propose ridiculous and often impossible resolutions for the new one, knock back a little champagne, and kiss a loved one (or complete stranger) at the strike of midnight. These are surely attainable, but hopelessly difficult for overworked parents of a 7-month old baby girl. First, Cheyenne and I had some decisions to make because we were invited to:- Las Vegas: for partying, gambling, and God-only-knows what else
- Lake Tahoe: for partying, skiing, and snowshoeing
Hmmmmmmm, what to do? What would you do?
After much deliberation amongst ourselves and phoning Celia and Sean, we finally made a decision with our soon-to-be one income check book looming overhead: stay home, in our tiny apartment, make a family-style dinner along with hors d'oeuvres, pop in a movie (The Ugly Truth), and tape our eyelids open so we don't miss the ball drop at midnight. Done!
We did make it to midnight. We knocked back a glass of sparkling cider and shared a kiss!
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