Oy! How can four little people party so hard? DH2B is slumbering soundly in his bed, our dear best friends have finally managed to get a taxi, and I (the addict) am on Basenotes. We spent a night of hugs, dancing, cheap bubbly, eating rich food, some disagreement (the state of affairs in South Africa), more hugs, a bit too much wine (for the girls), a bit too much beer (for the boys), and knowing that we have some of the sweetest, smartest, coolest buddies we might wish for. And homemade cheesecake. We followed Brazilian tradition and wore white and bracelets with the colours of the year (yellow, blue and white), we mooned the moon, walked into the house with the right foot, hopped 12 times on the right foot and ate 12 grapes and some lentils.
As for SotD, right now I am wearing cigarette smoke (I guess that's my resolution - but that's a weekly one for me), spilled wine, a big grin (smells happy, and like cheese, wine, cheesecake, pate, olives, etc.) and the remnants of my Lolita Lempicka. I am going to bed with a squirt of my most beloved, Iris Silver Mist, and haven't yet decided which foot to start the new year on. Surely it will be the right one. Bonne Annee!