The New Year

New Year's Eve was the last night that the little restaurant was open. A good night:

Becky, Leah, Kirsten, and Ty came near the end to have appetizers and to see the happening band which they had been promised, but which didn't exist.

But, hark! What was that exciting party going on upstairs? A party for a bunch of Greek people, I said, friends of the owners. Sure, we can go up for a look.

I felt so privileged entering that fun without having to pay.

Possibly the only light-haired people in the room, Leah and I moved toward the front where a group of maybe 40 people were dancing holding hands in a circle--ah, you know, Greek-style, right? Who can resist that? Not us. We joined right in.

We came back to the house to clang pots and pans to ring in the new year.

Resolutions? I want to be fearless.