Just as the weather on Christmas day never gets better than middling, new years eve seems always to be hot, and often volatile. Last year it was damn warm until the storms broke spectacularly as we approached midnight. Several years ago I recall a day of 43 degree heat. Today it is purportedly 40 degrees, and blowy.
In my book that's not ideal weather to usher in a new year. Had I been going to a pool party - as I should be - my opinion might be different. As I'm putting on a suit and going to a masquerade ball it seems like a kind of hell that must be endred to 'celebrate' a new years dawn.
I sound churlish, but I oughtn't be. The venue tonight is walking distance from home - a big bonus - and if I crack the shits early I need only walk out the door. The pool party might have been nice at JV's, but I reckon I'd be just as happy watching DVD's at home and nursing a sneaky bottle of bubbles.
The celebrations are transient in any case, an excuse to get shitfaced and for misbehaviour. I'm one of those unreconstructed souls who needs little excuse for this normally, though it's nice to find a quorum for once, when even the most prudish lift up their skirts and have a dance.
That'll be about it for me. Last year I was being propositioned by 9. Though I'm attending with about 6 single women and anything is possible, I'm doubtful there'll be any hanky panky tonight, if only because with 2 dogs my style is greatly cramped. Hell, I'm not even changing my sheets. (All of which guarantees there'll be action tonight).
So what about the rest of it - out with the old, in with the new, a time for reflection and foresolutions quickly reneged upon?
I'll do some of that, as I have before, and I may write more on that in the days ahead. I have no resolutions for 2011, merely plans, though good ones. 2010 was pretty good in most ways. In some ways it has been a quantum leap forward. Unfortunately the darkness of mum's illness overshadows that, as it will for a time. There's no getting by that: mum is likely to die in 2011, and probably sooner rather than later given how she is talking. It seems wrong, small even to be considering other things in light of that, but my life will go on. It will be different, in key aspects it will be less, but it gives me a direction to move in also. These recent events have lifted a veil from my eyes. There are things I must do, areas I must work upon. By and large I don't know what 2011 holds, but I am hopeful, I will strive, and will expect ultimately even with the worst to come that 2011 will be a better year again.