I’d intended to post this (or something like it!) on Monday, the day after the New Year Weekend, and then use it as a template for a new regular feature here on the blog, to focus on the more unusual events that happen over the weekend.
Factual or fictional, it matters not – especially around here as reality has a way of blending in with everything else anyway. Not that everything is made up, I swiftly hasten to add… just that some truths may have been embellished somewhat in a distorted kind of fashion. There – my disclaimer for 2017:
What you read here is the truth, the whole truth with a touch of added zing.
Or added plunk, depending on just how far the extended truth goes. Anyway, enough waffle. I digress. Who me? Never.
Yes, this post was intended to be published Monday, as it was a recap of New Year’s Eve, but it was never written. Not letting that stop me, I’m writing it now. It’s only January 4th 2017 as it stands – it isn’t as though I’m really late and I’m posting this on August 5th.
I didn’t have a lot planned for New Year’s Eve. I just wanted to chill with a Melchizedek of Champagne, watch and listen to the fireworks at midnight, and then drift off gently and wake in 2017. Mostly, the plan went that way as well.
Firstly, I couldn’t open the bottle… and then when I did the force of the cork being popped sent me back to the day before Christmas Eve. Well, it would have done, had the sofa not been in the way to stop me. I had to get dried off and changed after that, for some reason the bottle erupted all over me as though I was a Formula 1 driver who’d won an important race.
Once sorted, I managed to squeeze a glass of Champagne out, so sipped it for the rest of the evening. TV was as fabulous as usual for New Year’s Eve, with what looked like programmes that had been recorded in June being broadcast. Mind you, I suppose the TV people should have their holidays as well, so I don’t blame them. Had I thought on, I could have written all of my December’s posts in November and then given myself the whole month off… although then, I’d have been really behind with comments and visiting, worserer than I am now. Good thing I didn’t really. I’ve digressed again. I continually looked at the clock, waiting patiently for midnight to arrive.
I was first alerted to midnight at 11:40pm when a tremendous explosion rocked the entire earthly plain and beyond. Someone had set a firework off outside (although it could have been inside, it was so loud!) which must have kick-started everyone else into thinking it was midnight also, so trickles of smaller fireworks continued to rumble on up to the time we’d all been waiting for.
With fireworks going off, I watched the second-finger on my clock reach 59 seconds past (or one second to) and I then remembered the Leap Second, so I leapt up and flicked it back a second to keep my clock in time with the Atomic Clock or whatever it’s called nowadays. More fireworks sounded outside, so some folk were in my time zone. I opened the window, getting soaked for a second time by windswept drizzle from the heavy rain outside. I couldn’t see any fireworks, although I could see the odd white flash, and obviously could hear the cacophony of bangs and whirls and whistles as they progressed away into the night’s distance. I found it odd, how at even 12:30 mass fireworks were still being set off in the distance. Definitely a long time to celebrate the stroke of midnight, I’d say.
I was about to close the window when I noticed an orange glowing light floating by outside. A Chinese Lantern had been released. A single one, carrying someone’s hopes and dreams out into the Universe. Good luck to you, I say.
After getting myself dried for a second time, I decided bed was in order, so I closed out the outside world, switched off for the day, and, as planned, drifted off gently. And, as luck would have it, when I woke it was 2017.
So, that was my New Year’s Eve. Nice. Uneventful. Back to normal now. Hope you had a pleasant holiday period also.