New Year

Happy New Year, flist! It is the sort of fashionable thing to say at this point that of course you don't know what all the fuss is about, it's just a date in the calendar after all and it's always rather an anti-climax whatever happens and you might as well have a quiet night in, and I'm sorry to say I don't agree at all. New Year's Eve is my favourite public celebration by a factor too high to compute; there's music, there's dancing, there's fireworks and people having a good time, and it's secular and everyone's invited. I love it. And last night's was really perfect: Shim and I wandered Edinburgh all day, I bought a couple of things in the January sales and we got food from the carnival markets, and we planned to have dinner in a pub and then go to the Royal Mile to watch the fireworks.

In the event, deathbyshinies came to meet us in the pub and we sat there chatting and drinking wine and suddenly it was quarter to twelve and I was very, very very drunk. Laughably so. We ran outside and watched the fireworks bursting out above and I balanced on my heels and felt very much like I was going to fall over backwards but see nothing but stars on the way down.

(I didn't. It was a lovely evening.)

( and the end of year meme )