A very new year....
I've spent it the way I've spent the last 10.
The way I hope to spend the next 10.....
Laughing and eating Hopping John with the same people....
I hope next year we all have a house....
For the last few years we have
all been at Stacey's house...
she doesnt'have a house now...
but we have each other....
we will all be all right...
and soon it will be Mardi Gras!
Everyone but me and the teenagers are asleep...
They are awake because it is near dawn and they feel like they can fly....
I am awake because I have to babysit at 7 and I have to cross the bridge between partying and working at some point.
Now seems as good a time as any.
We have a really good time,my 5 friends,our 10 children, 4 husbands and I.
We have such a good time , it's pretty mellow.
For a really good New Year's Eve story I have to take you back a few years....
It is 1985
I have taught school for 2 years,
but I was not willing to let my little girl take her first steps for strangers ,
so we sold our car,
moved into a cheap apartment
& I waited tables at a bar at night ,
so either my husband or I could always be with our baby.
It is New Year's Eve.
Mariah is 4 and spending one of her very few evenings with her gramma.
I have to work at the bar.
Tom is going to a party.
I told Tom to do whatever he wanted to , but be there to kiss me at midnight.
He has problems.
He runs into a ditch.
He calls a friend.
They cant get him out.
They call a wrecker.
Time is getting short.
Tom flags down a passing car and explains the situation,
that the problem is not so much the stuck car as it is the promise that needs to be kept.
It is midnight and all of the wait staff is dancing on the bar.
I look across all the heads and I see Tom.
He is the father of my children.
We have been married 26 years.
But the memory of
the sight of him
coming across that bar room floor
to kiss me that New Year's....
I can still see it
and it still leaves me breathless.....
after all these years.