2013. Shiny.

I drop the dying year behind me like a shawl 
and let it fall.  

: I woke up this morning after a fabulous, fun evening with a crashed-out BC curled up asleep next to me & the first line of Carol Ann Duffy's New Year in my head.
   It's etched inside my head from previous readings of Rapture & yesterday, last night and today it feels to provide the perfect fit. 

A fresh start. 

Our plans came together of the last minute. We wanted to celebrate Sam's being with us before she leaves us & departs Richmond this week. Emily chose the Speakeasy theme & its password. We spread the word within the last twenty-four hours. Friends came. Beer & champagne was shared. Games were played. Joey's bowtie made the much-talked-over Flat Family Photo an actual happening event. 

Making ready. To tripod or not tripod?
That was the question.

Miss Delish meets & corrupts Mr. Dibble.

Crossing town to Carytown for friends & balcony views. 

Groundlings of Carytown.

 

104°F water in -2°F cold

Anew.

Afresh. 


The American emphasis working as such:
"Happy New Year".

Meanwhile, some several hundred miles
      north, in a hot tub somewhere...