Visiting with one of my favorite baristas this morning as he mixed my almond milk chai latte, I couldn’t help but get caught up in his excitement as he told me about his New Year’s Eve plans. He and a couple of friends are headed to Atlanta to a big party. He promised they had a hotel room and wouldn’t drive impaired. He didn’t even roll his eyes when I insisted.
He asked what my plans were. I told him, then we laughed and laughed. Seems going to bed at 8:30 p.m. on NYE isn’t as cool as I imagined.
However you celebrate, be careful. I, for one, plan to wear my slippers with the safety soles so I don’t slip on the tile floor after I’ve had a few drinks. Don’t sip and slide. That’s my motto.
Peace, people! And Happy New Year!