It’s warm outside and even warmer inside the house. I’ve woken up late this morning and therefore missed my parents’ 12pm cue to leave for the traditional family New Year’s Day picnic. The house is in a dormant state with my Boy in bed, my sister too – who is also staying with us during this festive season – and even my doggie Ark dozes off happily beside me.
I may join the picnic later on today but for now, armed with coffee, I reflect on last night’s events.
Boy and I spent our New Year’s Eve having dinner over my auntie’s house where I feasted on way too much barbecued meat but enjoyed every bite. After saying goodbye to everyone, we kidnapped one of my cousins and then drove to the outskirts of the city to pick up my future sister-in-law and one of her friends.
We were able to park in a very special secret spot thanks to aforementioned friend; then we went to a newly rennovated bar at the Richmond Hotel in Rundle Mall. The decor held my interest most of the time but the music didn’t travel so well in the room. We were there to meet up with some family friends of my Boy’s.
Quite bizarrely the countdown was held 3 or 4 minutes early. This irritated all of us and we spent the first couple of minutes of the premature New Year exchanging but it can’t be new year yet?! comments and such. Once that was all settled, I finally got a kiss from my future husband.
We stopped at a couple more clubs after that. We walked LOTS. My feet are letting me know about it today.
At Mojo West in Hindley Street, Boy kept his sister company on the dance floor by merely standing there and looking very cute; though occasionally he’d break out into a hilarious but subtle (he doesn’t like to draw attention to himself in that way) dance move which had me in hysterics. After gearing myself up for it (and it does take a while) I eventually took part in some much needed dancing with Boy’s sis. The music was healthy and extremely danceable – I couldn’t help but move to it. Consequently it let me lighten up and loosen up for at least ten minutes – much to my Boy’s delight I am sure.
He says I am a major stresspot. I agree. Unfortunately there were a few bouts of it last night – over ridiculously small things. I don’t like being this way but I am not sure how to come away from it. Boy is always placing his hand on my forehead to smooth out the wrinkles that surface when it happens. I love it when he imitates me. There’s nothing like seeing a horrible distorted version of my own tendency to make me come back to ground level. It’s guaranteed to make me smile.
With the whole stresspot thing, my life resolution is to stop being one.
Best parts of NYE? The dinner, the dancing, holding my liquor, and all the times Boy made me laugh – the latter I treasure the most.
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