apropos of nothing
December 26, 2005
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So that's that. I survived Christmas. Until next year.
Next year I plan to be in Dublin, or Barcelona getting stinking drunk and trading run on sentences and fragmented thoughts with a fellow Christmas refugee. I'm looking forward to it already.
Next up - New Years.
New Years is a holiday I can get behind. I love new days and beginings and opportunities to plan better, do better, be better.
I love fresh starts, and blank notebooks, and countdowns, and champagne.
New dresses and highlights and sparkly shoes.
Midnight kisses.
Dancing til the sparkly shoes must come off, then dancing some more.
2:00 am skinny dipping.
Secret swapping, hope confiding, hand holding giddy intimacy as the sun comes up.
A Law & Order marathon.
Brunch in bed at 6:00pm.
More champagne.
An opportunity to plan better, do better, be better.
And a 'hello, goodbye, what next?' that will temporarily break my heart.
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