Happy New Year Everyone!

If you’re going out tonight, be safe, have a designated driver, take a taxi, all that good stuff. 

Don and I are going to join Rog and Jim with a bunch of their friends to a New Year’s Eve extravaganza.  I was really excited when they had told me they were going to be in town and invited us to join them. 

Why not?  I thought.  With my youngest child leaving home, I am stepping into a new phase of life this year.  Go out, celebrate, have a good time!

See, Don and I have never gone out on New Years Eve.  We always spent a nice peaceful evening at home, talking about life, the past year, our hopes and wishes for the upcoming one. 

Sometimes, we had friends staying over, like last year with James and Ken, or the year before when my children were in England and Richard and Diane came for the holidays, and it’s always been lovely. 

But, when I got Jim and Rog’s invitation I thought, yes, that will be fun!  But now I’m nervous.  What if it isn’t?  I’m not a big drinker.  I don’t want to be a party pooper.  Do I even know how to party anymore?  Did I ever?

And then there is the horrific question ... What shall I wear? 

Aren’t women supposed to put on hot little sexy outfits for New Year’s Eve?

First of all, I don’t think I have any hot sexy little outfits in my closet.  Secondly, even if I did, I’m not really in the mood to wear them.  I’m a middle-aged woman for crying out loud.  I hope Don’s not expecting miracles.

Oh God.  I really hope no one from Rog and Jim’s posse are reading my blog. 

Look, I was nervous about Jenny’s Parisian birthday bash, and look how much fun we had there.  Everybody was really nice and we had the best time ever. 

I think my dread about tonight is just that I’m out of practice.  I’ve been too much of a hermit and this is probably going to be an absolutely wonderful evening.

Well… I just glanced up at the heading of this blog, and then I skimmed over what I’d written.  It’s not quite the jaunty little Happy New Year’s greeting that I intended. 

Oh well, my intention was in the right place, but my typing fingers go where they want to and I try to do my best not to sensor them.

Wishing you all a peaceful, healthy, prosperous New Year full of love and hope and the fulfillment of your secret long held wishes, may the best of them come true.

Much love, Meg xo

Posted by Meg Tilly on Wednesday, December 31, 2008 in

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