So what did you all do to celebrate the coming of not just a new Year but a new decade?
As I mentioned Husband dearest were celebrating it with friends. What I didn't say was we were off to a party - our first real, grown-up New Year's Eve party in 24 years. Yes, we sat and worked it out and realised that the last one we had attended was the year before we got married, making it 1985. Where does the time go?
Actually I have a theory on the life-cycle of party going.
As small children, when asked to a party, we may not want to go, it may take some persuasion but eventually we end up there only to be home and tucked up in bed at an early hour.
When a little older (teenagers?), when asked to a party - we go, no second thoughts, we just go, very often partying into the small hours if not all night.
When we get just that little bit older again (late 20's/early 30's?), when asked to a party, we go but in the hope that there will be somewhere we can rest our heads even if it is almost time to be getting up.
When a little older still (mid to late 30's?), when asked to a party, we may not want to go, it may take some persuasion but eventually IF we end up there, it's only to be home and tucked up in bed at a reasonable hour
A little older still (my age?), when asked to a party, we may not want to go, it may take some discussion and eventually we decide to stay home, tucked up in bed with a good book instead.
Still as Thursday proved 'there is life in the old girl yet'.
Seriously we had a really good night. Sitting in the up-stairs lounge instead of the noisier concert room, we retired to the even quieter down-stairs lounge just before midnight after listening to a great pipe band earlier in the evening. Not too noisy, I didn't have to endure Auld Lang Syn (as I mentioned it always makes me cry) and, much more importantly, I didn't have to suffer being kissed by too many people I didn't know.
AND, nearly forgot, I met, yes, actually met, someone who reads my blog, admitted he never left any comments but read it every week which is good enough for me - 'S', you are a star, keep reading.
Thanks to husband dearest for the photo of the pipe band. After an incident at a friend's wedding several years ago, he doesn't allow me anywhere near men in kilts anymore which is probably for the best.
Oh and just in case you are wondering what I'm looking for, it's evidence of whether or not underwear is worn under a kilt and as you can clearly see by the boxer shorts, the answer is yes. Mind you, always ready with an answer, this particular kilt wearer (yes I do know him, it's never a good idea to lift the kilt of a stranger) claims that the only time underwear is not worn is when war is imminent. Hmm, to believe him or not? Perhaps more evidence is needed.