Happy New Year, dear friends!!!
I hope you all had a wonderful New Year's Eve. Ours is certainly one that will not be forgotten. Nope. In fact, it probably goes down as one of the funniest events of my life. It involved twelve friends, all over 50 but not quite 60 (and these are some of my dearest friends), two little girls under the age of ten, a box of fireworks, and two patrol cars. Ahhh...you are dying to know, aren't you???
We gathered together around 8:30. M and B were safely snuggled in at B's house until the sitter would bring them to us around 11:00. The men gathered around the large screen to watch football, the women were safely gathered in the kitchen enjoying each other's company. There was a hotly debated game of almost-beer-pong. There was breath-holding suspense as we watched that idiot in Las Vegas ride his motorcycle and jump on top of the Arc. He survived, much to my complete and utter surprise.
We headed outside to set off some fireworks, which are illegal in this state, but most Georgians do is safely and are able to enjoy their own private show, if small. As the men set up the box, we assembled outside in our coats and gloves, with blankets to keep us warm.
Someone jokingly said, "I hope the cops don't come."
As the men were getting ready, we watched a few shows going on in other parts of the neighborhood. One of the men lit the fuse and our own show began. It was really rather pretty, but only the beginning, as there were several more boxes to light.
One of the men noticed the headlights coming our way and said, JOKINGLY, "Uh-oh. Here they come."
Insert flashing lights.
(Please remember that H and I are the YOUNGEST of the party-goers at 31 and 38.)
Yes, that is right, my friends. My party of very mature partiers was busted up by the police.
"We've had some complaints." said the deep, faceless voice inside the patrol car.
"About US???" asked the incredulous host, who is over 50, by the way!!!
"We've just had some complaints. Y'all need to break it up. And don't you know that fireworks are illegal in this state?" the officer replied.
Sighing, we gathered ourselves together and headed back inside. Not long after that, we brought a very tired M home and all climbed into bed.
All in all, a night that won't be forgotten. At least none of us had the harebrained idea to ride our motorcycles on top of a building and then free fall off of it!
I really want to know what you did for New Year's Eve. Leave a link or tell me a story. Maybe not from last night. Maybe you have a party story. Let's talk!
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