We had made last-minute plans to head out to the Downtown area (we love that area) to attend a large, alcohol-free celebration (called "First Night") with music and entertainment, food, and vendors and culminating with fireworks at midnight. I had never been to one of these things, though my Love had a few years past and enjoyed it. It sounded nice. Our favorite area, getting out and about (something that means a lot to me since I spend 7 days a week in the apartment), and getting to see some fireworks and such. I was looking forward to it.
Tell that to the weather.
It started to utterly POUR at about 6:30pm. It didn't stop until about midnight. There was flooding and serve thunderstorm warnings and we are the lightning capital of all the country, so big storms are not to mess with. Of course, we didn't end up going. Jef came over and we ended up just hanging about the apartment. Made myself some cocoa, watched the he-can't-be-natural Dick Clark count down the last couple minutes. After that, the guys went back to some video games and *shrugs* that was it for my New Year's Eve. Didn't feel like anything. Didn't seem like it was anything but any other midnight that I watch pass. Didn't get to see any fireworks; the complex was pretty quiet because it was soaked from the still-drizzling weather. Didn't get to go anywhere or do anything so it doesn't feel like a new year at all. Which stinks because it's kind of a down way to enter a new year - still feeling like the old, and feeling like something sorta just past you by while you weren't looking.
Anyway, ended up going to bed sometime almost 5am when I was literally falling asleep at the computer, so I just got up. Think I'll go brush my teeth and wander out of the bedroom (though, once again, the bed looks overly inviting to go lay back down for a nap). Happy New Year all. (maybe if I keep saying it, it'll sink in.)
~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream
at 1/1/2003 01:14:57 PM ~
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