What a year! TLOML engaged me for a lifetime's blissful commitment. We moved from sunny Malibu to spiky New York. TLOML and I perfected pizza, and I learned how to make gumbo. We survived a hurricane and living in a rabbit hutch. Phew! And 2012 is going to be just as milestone-y: we will move to London and get married. If he doesn't change his mind, that is.
To mark the turning of the year, I suppose we should go large. But then again, we have been going large for weeks on end. It could be time to dial the whole celebrations thing right down...
I hear the traditional way to celebrate New Year's Eve in New York City is to watch the ball drop in Times Square. I don't understand what this ball is, where it is dropped from, whether it bounces or who catches it. Given that TLOML won't go within two blocks of Times Square on a normal day, the chances of getting him there for an event are slim to none. So we'll skip that and I will remain in happy ignorance about the ball mechanics.
We are also politely ignoring some of the more sociable parties on offer, including a big fashiony hoopla in the Meatpacking District and some champagne quaffing in Central Park's Strawberry Fields. Instead we are going out for a fairly early steak dinner with a small group of good friends. We will be able to walk home and hit one of our favourite neighbourhood bars at midnight.
Bringing in 2012 with sedate cocktails a deux in a cosy bar that's close to home - it's an entirely befitting way to start the year when I think we might finally, finally settle down.
Wherever you are, whatever you do, a very happy New Year to you!
To mark the turning of the year, I suppose we should go large. But then again, we have been going large for weeks on end. It could be time to dial the whole celebrations thing right down...
I hear the traditional way to celebrate New Year's Eve in New York City is to watch the ball drop in Times Square. I don't understand what this ball is, where it is dropped from, whether it bounces or who catches it. Given that TLOML won't go within two blocks of Times Square on a normal day, the chances of getting him there for an event are slim to none. So we'll skip that and I will remain in happy ignorance about the ball mechanics.
We are also politely ignoring some of the more sociable parties on offer, including a big fashiony hoopla in the Meatpacking District and some champagne quaffing in Central Park's Strawberry Fields. Instead we are going out for a fairly early steak dinner with a small group of good friends. We will be able to walk home and hit one of our favourite neighbourhood bars at midnight.
Bringing in 2012 with sedate cocktails a deux in a cosy bar that's close to home - it's an entirely befitting way to start the year when I think we might finally, finally settle down.
Wherever you are, whatever you do, a very happy New Year to you!
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