My eyeballs are little spheres of snowflakes and it feels like that are constantly threatening to melt. At 11:59, I was so relieved I wanted to weep. We shot glitter into the air and it fell onto our hair like wishes. A stranger bought us champagne. My mother held my hand and looked me dead in the eye and said, ‘All the best,’ and I heard, I know how hard last year was but you can rest now because it’s over, and this year is going to be wonderful for you.
The party was a collage of hugs and kisses. I couldn’t stop smiling. We drove home to pick up Jeffrey because I’d forgotten him and I can’t sleep without my teddy bear, not even on special occasions. We danced, the only ones, and we didn’t care. I put seven olives in my martini. It’s a miracle no one tripped over/ squashed the dog.
He said, ‘I hear you’re making quite a splash tonight.’
I said, ‘Oh really? From whom?’
He said, ‘Several people, actually.’
At 7am, we collapsed onto the couch and crocheted our bodies into each other: me snuggled into The Mermaid, Sparrow snuggled into me, our legs entwined with Sunshine’s, all of us with shining eyes and tired smiles.
When I woke up, I wandered upstairs to find Sparrow on the rooftop. The sky was light blue and candy pink. It was a dawn sky.
I said, ‘How appropriate that today, the first day of the year, has such a young sky.’
He agreed and offered to roll me a cigarette.
I said, ‘It’s a good thing neither of us resolved to quit smoking. It would have been a epic fail.’
We sat there in the cold and I told him about my relief, about how I’ve never felt so delighted to start a near year, about how light I feel already, about how this is what the first day of the year is supposed to feel like. I told him that 2011 would have to pull out all the stops in order to be a worse year.
We ate breakfast at 6pm: capuccinos and toast and left-over party food. Sunshine and Sparrow and Pixie and me -Bambi.
I said, ‘This is one definition of happiness.’
They said, ‘What?’
I said, ‘Realising that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Isn’t that happiness?’
And we all smiled.
At midnight, we agreed that watching Spaceballs would be the perfect end to the perfect New Year’s Day (read: afternoon, really). We snuggled up on couches and starting giggling.
One by one, we fell asleep.
Please be good to me. I’ll accept anything you throw at me, but I’d really prefer it if you were good to me.
And to all my loved ones too.
And to my readers.
Basically, be good to anyone I like.
How were your respective New Year celebrations, readers? Were they magnificent and wild? Magnificent and quiet? (Yes, these are the only options.) Are you superstitious about how the year begins?
Apologies once more for having fallen so far behind on my comments. I’ll be catching up over the next few days!
On an additional note, I finally set up a Facebook page for this blog! I’m website-illiterate so all I managed was a little button* on the right. If you like me enough, click on it and let me know!
*Isn’t ‘button’ such a darling word?