Happy New Year!
A fresh new day, a fresh new year! Hot pink Gerbera daisies perfectly represent how I feel about 2009.
I’m so happy we decided to host a New Year’s Eve party at our house this year! I made waaaaay too much food (apparently people mostly just want to eat bacon, because the Devils on Horseback were devoured instantly), but everyone had a good time, good drinks, and good cheer at midnight. We had about 20 guests, which turned out to be a totally manageable number. It’s funny how everyone clumps into a corner at parties—20 people seemed to occupy only about 100 square feet.
By 3:00am we had an empty house again, and after doing a rough clean-up, we crawled into bed at 5:00am (which is normally the time I get up for work!) feeling like death. We slept until 10:30am, which is INSANELY late for us (even on the weekends we’re rarely in bed past dawn). I can’t remember the last time I stayed up so late. Probably more than 15 years ago!
Fritz and Bruno are still recovering from the late night and the excess attention. They slept for most of the day, then passed out again after an hour of playtime. Oh, to be a dog!
I definitely see us hosting more dinners and parties at our house in the future. I had so much anxiety about showing our house to so many people (I worry constantly about the house looking dirty or people thinking our renovations are bad, etc.), but now that it’s done, I can relax a bit. It really IS true that guests don’t care about whether every detail has been attended to or if there are paint cans stacked in a spare room (or multiple sofas piled up in the office…). I need to remind myself of this! It is really a treat to share your home with friends; to cook for people and see them enjoying food, enjoying conversation, and leaving with a feeling of comfort. That is what’s important.
And so, in 2009, I resolve to stop letting my anxieties and insecurities get in the way of nurturing friendships, and to reach out to my neighbors more often.
Happy New Year, everyone!
(p.s. DiP, I am still in a hazy state of shock—did you really show up here last night?!)