New Year; Old Me

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!

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

12 thoughts on “New Year; Old Me”

  1. Happy New Year 😀 I fell asleep at around 9pm and the fireworks woke me, non stop explosions for a solid ten minutes. At least I was semi awake to ring in the new year. You’re right that we should all be carful. Slippers with safety soles are a sound and wise choice, my friend. I love the motto!

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