For several years now, my little bride and I, along with three other couples, meet on New Year’s Eve, for dinner and dancing. It’s pretty cool, I guess. Big Band kinda music, balloons, noisemakers, and the whole shittaree. BYOB – reminds me of my years in “dry” Kansas.
I like the other couples that we gather with annually. My only problem is, I gotta wear a suit. And tie. And dress shoes.1 And this year, the Kansas Jayhawks’ post-season bowl game is tonight2 Tivo armed. At least tomorrow, I’ll have a game I care about watching.
MLB looks forward to this, and heaven knows she doesn’t ask for much. Gotta go along to get along, I guess.
Happy New Year!
-k-