And So It Goes

The never ending story. Here we go round again. Another year.

Since we could not bring ourselves to staying up until midnight last night, my sister and brother-in-law and I decided we'd just start in whenever the urge hit, find out where it was midnight in the world, pour a traditional alcoholic drink from that place and work our way toward the central time zone here in the states, hour by hour, and see where we were when we got tired. Unfortunately, we didn't think of it soon enough and so did not have traditional drinks. We did, however, have a nice Llano Muscat Canelli. We started in Paris and made it to the Azores. About three drinks. About 9:00 pm. Woo hoo. We put on party hats, popped a streamer and called it New Year.

May it be whatever you want it to be.