the start of a new year

New Years Eve was fun.  I wore a lace black dress that Jenny had given me in one of her closet clearing binges.  I even put in contacts and applied a dab of makeup.  Don thought I looked pretty so that was nice.

We got to the restaurant 25 minutes early, so Don and I stayed in the car in the underground parkade and discussed further various options and the pros and cons of a family situation that I got an email about right before we left.  We didn’t come to any resolution, as I wanted to offer to ride in on my white charger and save the day, when in all probability the person I wanted to save, didn’t want or need saving and especially by me. 

Don was worried and didn’t want me to get hurt again.

When it was five minutes until we were supposed to be at the restaurant we got out of the car, agreeing to leave the previous conversation in the car to mellow.

The restaurant was filled with tons black and gold balloons with trailing curling ribbons that draped across peoples shoulders and faces making the most polite banter seem like a party. 

Although I have to say, it did make me a little nervous when those trailing ribbons were floating precariously close to the candles burning on the table.  My knife had butter on it, but I tightened up the curl in the ribbons that were flitting over the candle flames by using the handle of my fork.  Not the most party animal thing to do, but I couldn’t stop the image of the flame catching on them and racing up to the ceiling to explode the balloons that covered every inch of the ceiling and the all that fabric and erupting in a ball of flames.  The place was crammed and even though we were pretty close to the door, I wasn’t sure if we’d be able to get out. 

Enough of my neurosis, back to the party.  I think I did pretty well, was able to pass as a party animal to all but the most observant bystander. 

When we arrived most of the group was already there and well on their way to nirvana.  Big hugs from Rog and Jim that made me really happy that we came.  I don’t know what it is about those two but they really have that special ability to make people feel loved.  Joy was there as well, looking very dapper in her tux. 

I wish I had a tux. 

It would be so much easier when one had an event to go to.  Guys have it made when it comes to evening dress as far as I’m concerned.

Oh, and here is a happy January 1st surprise!  Don was in his writing room, and I was not.  So I visited my New York Library tiara ... AND SOMEBODY PUT IN A BID!

Yay!  I was so surprised and excited and pleased.  Somebody liked it.  (I wish I could make a little picture with me wearing a happy grin and wings floating me up to the ceiling.)  So, that’s a real happy something.  Even if nobody else bids, my tiara will have a home!  Thank you, who ever you are.  And the teen library program thanks you as well.  xo

Posted by Meg Tilly on Thursday, January 01, 2009 in

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