You know how it is. The gradual crescendo of excitement throughout December finally culminates in a glorious cacophony of wrapping paper and overeating; leaving you emotionally and economically drained. In the following days you start searching frantically to something to stave off the feelings of anticlimax, something to distract you from the sight of a Christmas tree that no longer bares the promise of thrills to come. Your sights fix on New Years Eve. And so you find yourself in some horrendously overcrowded pub which, on any other day, you would never even contemplate paying £5 to get into. You drink far too much in a vain effort to persuade yourself you are having a good time; but no amount of alcohol will be enough to dull the pain of parting with the small fortune you are going to have to hand over in order to get a taxi home.
You could argue that the above rant could somehow be related to the fact that I’m working a late shift this New Years Eve, and you’d probably be right. I got the choice between that or Christmas day so there really wasn’t any option. I finish at 11pm so I’ll probably head over to Paul’s party to see in the New Year and make mental notes of my friend’s drunken antics for future blackmail opportunities. Kerry will probably be in bed asleep at that point, she’s not the biggest fan of the event either.
We had a pretty good Christmas. It was just the four of us in the morning, which was nice. Despite us making the decision that we weren’t going to go mad buying stuff for Amy and Evan this year we somehow managed to have accumulated several cubic meters of cheerfully wrapped packages which took a good couple of hours to demolish. Father Christmas came through with all the requests from Amy’s list, and even added in her very own digital camera which hopefully will prevent her from slinging our rather more expensive and fragile one around at every possible opportunity.
We then went to my Mums for more presents and Christmas dinner. My brother and sister were there along with a chap called John who is a friend of my sisters from university who is currently working in Romania for the Peace Corps but has come to visit her for the holidays. He seems like a really nice guy, he even has a blog.
Then back home in time to put Amy to bed then slump in front of a Battlestar Galactica DVD. Marvelous. Better than bloody New Years Eve anyway.
I’m not a big fan of New Years Eve either, but I hope you, Kerry, Amy and Evan have a fabulous 2007…..and beyond.