An Anniversary of Sorts

Today is sort of an anniversary. "Sort of" comes into play for a couple of reasons:

Technically, the husband and I got married right after midnight so our real anniversary is January 1st but since the ceremony was at our friends' home during a New Year's celebration, I think of New Year's Eve as the actual anniversary.

Although we will probably both acknowledge this evening in our own way, we will not be doing it as a couple.

It's sort of sad. (OK, really sad.) Yet, it's sort of a relief. It's also sort of mind boggling and scary. It's sort of lonely. It's definitely different than any NYE I've celebrated in the last 18 years.

I'm looking forward to 2009 and I'm sort of ready for this holiday to be over.

The Last One at the Party

We attended a holiday party last weekend -- the first of many. It's the kick-off of the season. We will host a couple ourselves. We will attend oodles more. It's always fun but at some point, I'm ready to go home.

As the crowds start to dwindle and I'm itching to get my coat, the husband will find a piano. Or, he will start a conversation that could result in a new business opportunity. I should be better at networking but it's not my strong suit.

So, I've learned to drive myself so I have an escape or beg someone for a ride home.

I am married to Mr. Last Man at the Party.