| Here's To The New Year |
| Written by Brendon Green |
| Sunday, 03 January 2010 05:18 |
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At the risk of going against the tide (New Year's Resolution #5: Become more conformist, agree with the masses more), I would like to declare my love of New Years. It’s the only holiday I actually get sentimental about. I enjoy looking back over the disappointments of the past year, and I let myself become giddy with the hope of all the possibilities the new year possesses. And this one’s a new decade! I may even let my unbridled optimism last longer than the usual 2 days before tagging out to disappointment and detachment (one more D and my life will be 'Avatar'!). I also love New Year's resolutions. My first resolution: Be more cheery in my disposition. So far, so good. I plan to infuse my life with more glee (both the emotion and the car crash TV show) and I think I know how to do this. If in doubt, go to a happy place. And my memory of 2009’s Christmas and New Year's is as good a happy place as I can think of. A quick note on my Christmas: Arrive at Octavia’s house. Am greeted by 5 people in pyjamas sitting on floor opening presents. Given my own hand-made personal stocking filled with treats. Eat a Kinder Surprise and put together toy (a small Winx doll with pink hair = good luck charm for 2010). Drink coffee and eat homemade pastries. Start drinking wine. Watch people affix temporary tattoos. Attempt to affix epic Tiger vs. Eagle tattoo onto my chest. Fail. Ruin Christmas. More wine. Christmas is saved! Take a break and visit a large church. Contemplate life. See a kid dressed in super puffy technicolour camo snow suit bounce around church with its mother. High-five said kid. Go home and Skype sister in China. Back to Octavia’s place. Coffee, wine, cheese. 2 more people and a small English Bulldog named Doom arrive. FOOD! Lamb; stuffing; gnocchi; potatoes; pumpkin; beet salad; escargot; bread; Foie Gras; coffee cake; banana bread; pumpkin pie! Then 4 hours of charades! Good taste jokes and bad taste jokes. Hugs and kisses. Go home content (and with a nice new pair of socks). So, a day spent with Octavia, Sam, Jody, Dawn, Jacob, Mike, Kalleen and Doom (and the 14 bottles of wine get an honourable mention), can be happily recalled any time I want. And that’s not even including New Year's. But all I really need to say about New Year's Eve is that we went to a death metal bar called Black Dog and ate the best steak in Paris. True story. So while it wasn’t a particularly French or traditional holiday period (it didn’t even snow!), it was special. Now onto 2010, and whatever it brings. With any luck there will be Love. (New Year's Resolution #4: Meet Ellen Page, woo her, spend rest of life together). |
