Matilda is the only one of us at a NYE party tonight. A preview of things to come, I expect.
I'm awaiting JZ to come home after spending the day helping her friend Marta pack up her mother's apartment. (Marta's mom died recently after a long illness.)
I have no idea how we'll celebrate. Perhaps toasted cheese and cocktails.
We are decidedly doing nothing for the holiday. My BiL is staying with us for a week. He's helping my DH organize the garage in exchange for plane tix out here and lots of time off to hang out. It's lovely to have him here, but none of us are NYE folks, so we're all getting ready for bed. Or, in my case, in bed already.
My NYE activity is British antiques shows and the NYE Times square live feed on. So I can get the celebration done early.
I'm at a friends house because I was promised Cuban food but I didn't realize it was going to be so late? I kinda want to go home soon
I think the NYE games were a success. There was a lot of "we need to do board games more often" type commentary. And the bubbly went down well. Trader Joes cranberry prosecco is the yum. And now sleep. Happy 2019, y'all!
And the fireworks for local midnight begin.
My sister got us tickets to see Paula Poundstone tonight, and she was hella funny. Now I'm in bed with my Theraflu. Hopefully the neighbors won't shoot their guns at midnight or I will get a GSD in my bed...
Happy new year! I'm pretty surprised to find myself awake.