Should old acquaintance be forgot and ne’er brought to mind…?
(Um, no? I should hope not. I must say I never quite understood how such a sad song became the way we kick off each New Year.)
We rang in 2011 with good friends and a good meal. The Meyers hosted our little gang for a potluck dinner. As we ate, we all discussed how happy we were to be in a cozy home with good friends instead of corralled on a cold New York City street with strangers and porta-potties. At midnight, we gathered round to count down for the big drop. Happy 2011!