Me: So we should start making plans for New Year's Day.
GH: [grunt]
Me: Except . . . huh. I'm not sure what there is to do. Seems like most things are closed.
GH: Hmmm.
(See how good he is at pretending to be engaged? I can't even get mad when he suddenly shakes his head and says, "I'm sorry, I wasn't listening to any of that. You had better start over." Because then I get to tell my stories twice, which, for a chatter-box, is pretty much like getting free dessert.)
Me: I mean . . . they made it a holiday, but what are people supposed to be DOING on that day?
GH: People are hung over that day.
Me: Oh . . . right. Well then I really don't know what our options are.
Except today my long-awaited copy of The New York Regional Mormon Singles Halloween Dance: A Memoir by Elna Baker has arrived. So I know exactly what I'll be doing that day: reading this book, eating leftover chocolate fondue with a spoon (read: my fingers) and laughing my sober heiney off. Not a bad way to start a year, right?
Happy New Year, everybody, no matter how you celebrate it!
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