We had a really great New Year’s Eve.
It was a full moon, or course, and not just any old full moon, but a blue moon to boot!
I did not get pics, but everybody who looked up could see for themselves.
We built a big fire in our pit after dinner. It wasn’t exactly lavish, like mexico vacations or anything, but my darling made black-eyed peas and cornbread, Mom brought chips and guacamole, I made an apple-date biscuit and we bought a bag of salad.
We all agreed that it was a delicious and very lucky dinner out under the auspicious blue moon.
We had wine, beer, whatever, and Sergio played guitar all night.
At midnight in New York (9:00 here) we opened the “champagne” that we got in Gila Bend (the best champagne that Gila Bend has to offer, was how we decided to describe it when we took off the foil and found a screw-top. It was hilarious.) and poured cupfuls around and toasted. We never figured we’d be able to stay up til midnight.
Mom crashed, but by golly, we made it to midnight in Arizona!
We have not ‘seen a new year in’ like that for at least a decade. We must be getting younger.
It was so beautiful out, not terribly cold, the wood lasted just long enough, full moon, my baby and me, and some good friends.
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