So all like, Happy New Year and junk!
For me though, the New Year isn’t about champagne and noisemakers, streamers, fireworks and kisses. (Okay, maybe a bit with the champagne and the kisses.) No, for me, New Year’s is all about Lena.
You see, New Year’s Eve is Lena’s birthday, and this year she will be ♗✌ years old. (That’s like six hundred and four in topless Vegas dancer years.) Tonight, which for you is yesterday though the miracle of “automated blog posting”, we and a group of good friends are all going out to eat at Nero’s, a birthday tradition for Lena for the past… four years? Maybe five now? It’s a cool place with good food that looks like it’s designer suffered a massive and fatal coronary somewhere around 1972. It’s kind of dark with roman statuary and wooden columns all over the place.
Okay, just got back from Nero’s, and then Ron and Tonya’s New Year’s party. We have had a great time, which I will tell you more about tomorrow. (And some pix.)
Till then, enjoy your New Years, and I’ll see you Friday!
(More time passes…)
It’s today! The dinner was fun and for the first time ever, I walked into a place that looked exactly like it did in my head when I went to Ron and Tonya’s house. It’s like this wonderful sort of treehouse off in the woods. (With electricity and jello shots!) There were HAPPY NEW YEAR banners painted on every glass surface in the house, a big, welcoming table of food, as well as a never-ending supply of margaritas, the official drink of the new decade. After an all-too short time there, those of us not smart enough to have taken the next day off headed home, where we retired Lena’s birthday in quiet style, with foot rubs, back rubs, and an episode of Farscape.
Happy birthday, my beautiful Lena.
Happy New Year, my fantastic friends.
And Happy Me, for having you both!