New Years Eve...

at Stately Sad Old Goth Manor was, once again, a very quiet and low key event. The house full of drunken revelers of years past has given way to an annual get together with our two best friends, sitting around the dining hall table, talking and picking on finger food and sipping martini's and Cosmopolitans and special gleanings from the wine cellar. At a few minutes before midnight, we popped a bottle of '96 Moet, watched the ball fall, toasted and kissed and returned to the table, to drink coffee and chat. Two more couples stopped by around one or so and we drank tea and coffee and a few more Cosmos. Everyone ushered out around three thirty and after cleaning up and doing the dishes, Mrs. SOG and I sat and watched "The Honeymooners" marathon until four thirty, and then we crashed out. I got up to watch the sunrise and went out for a paper, then spent the rest of the day watching football and nibbling on leftovers.
I watched the sun set, did some laundry and here I am.
Not an auspicious start to the new year, but a start none the less.

pearls before swine...


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