If you’re going to wear a kilt out and about, then New Years Eve is a perfect time to do it. Everyone is dressed to the nines and not only will you fit right in, but you’ll also stand out. I wore my formal Wallace kilt out in the snow to a fancy party I’m not allowed to talk about. It was party full of fire breathers and dancing girls with feather instead of hands (it’s possible the feathers were in their hands). We drank whiskey, talked loudly over the music and danced our asses off. It was a night with great friends, good drinks, and wonderful food.
At the after party we lounged on the couch, filled our mouths with dumplings, and said our goodbyes to year that just slipped past. We looked back and made resolutions we probably won’t keep and it didn’t matter. What mattered was that we rang it in together, we had hopes for the future, and I managed to avoid splinters in uncomfortable places when I passed out on the wood floor.
If I only do one thing I promised myself that night I’ll do this. I’ll write when I can, and by the time winter comes around again, something will come of it.
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