In between "engagements" we had to briefly pop home (it was on our way anyhow) because we had forgotten to bring the champagne with us that we wanted to open at midnight. However, this proved a bit difficult because police and emergency crews had completely cordoned off the block in front of our building while they investigated (apparently) an accident. We detoured and came in "the back way" but were home far too briefly to find out what was going on. When we came back for good around 1 a.m. the block was still inaccessible and we started to wonder how serious the incident was. We tried to find out as much as we could before going to bed but there was virtually nothing about it on any of the local news sources. As I mentioned on Facebook tonight: it's a bit surreal to have such a prolonged hive of activity (and plethora of police tape) in front of your home and yet have it not be deemed newsworthy in any way. And more than just being surreal, I wonder what that says about life in this city in general. I expect I will ponder that at greater length in the coming days and perhaps it will become part of a future blog post.
Coton de Tuléar. Fergus is a wriggling, jiggling, fluffy bundle of unabashed joy who completely chewed up the scenery (only figuratively, luckily) the entire time we were there. I had never heard of this breed before last night and was surprised to learn that they trace their roots back to Madagascar! Sarah was absolutely head-over-heels in love with this little soul—so much so, in fact, that at one point she looked up at me and said, "I know what I want for Christmas next year!" I think she even may not have been kidding. Fergus is unbearably cute and it was tough to tear ourselves away from his charms long enough to perform a countdown at midnight. Even at that we almost missed it because nobody could find any station on the radio that was ringing in the New Year and there was no television to be found, shocking as that may seem. Furthermore, it turned out that it was a darned good thing we fought our way to our home to pick up the champagne en route because we were the only people who brought any! It was a big bottle, though, so Sarah graciously shared it with the group (it was a birthday present originally) and a potential crisis was averted—not before, however, I nearly shot my own ear off when the cork (which clearly had a mind of its own) shot out of the bottle a full four minutes before midnight. It was quite a comedy of errors, but at least we didn't miss the actual turning of the year as one of our merry band pulled out a cell phone that showed the seconds with only moments to spare!
I'm thinking next year it might be back to the "quiet" midnight at the Lofthouses.
However you celebrated the beginning of 2013, I hope you had a fun and safe evening last night and a calm and restful day today.