So, it wasn’t like I was short of internet connectivity or anything over the holiday lapse, but I just figured that while I was in the province, I would actually visit with the folks who live there, rather than perch myself — as per.normal — in front of a CRT and write silly thoughts in here. So if you were wondering where I was and why I wasn’t writing — an unlikely thought, I know — I was talking to actual real people.
But now I’m back. I’m here. At the office. Waiting for the last part of an hour to trickle away so that I can reflect back on this 2002 year as a whole and wonder why I didn’t do something more productive with my life. As this very well may be my last entry of the year — as I DO as a matter of fact have plans this evening — I thought it might be prudent to go out with a splash. On the other hand, 2002 was an eventful year — a prelude perhaps to 2003 — and sometimes in these circumstances it is best just to sit back and let the day — the week — the month — the year — drop from our lives with quiet grace.
}} Derek and Shannon’s wedding, where we all got really sloshed and had a rip-roaring good time in Red Deer.
}} Alice and Zach’s weddening, where we all got really sloshed and had a rip-roaring good time in Portland.
}} Brad and Karin’s engagement, where we didn’t get sloshed, but thought long and hard about the possibility.
}} Karin’s move to the west coast, with no sloshing involved but lots of potential for sloshing in the near and distant future.
}} Jeff and Erin birth of a new baby, Emily, who is not sloshed, but give her 18 years and she will slosh it up just as well as her father.
}} Gene and Lily’s wedding, where again, a tolerable sloshing quota was reached, this time in Edmonton with lots of old friends.
}} Of course, a respectable sloshing was had in Toronto, where Brad’s sloshing reputation reached national proportions.
}} And yes, there were numerous events that in no way related to sloshing, but these are hardly worth mentioning here.
Current plans including thus far, are as follows: Brad has the afternoon off, whereby he will go to FutureShop to pick up some photos, and maybe spend the giftcard that his wonderful sister gave him for Christmas. He will then proceed to go home to his messy apartment, clean, straighten, nap, and await a quiet afternoon siesta. Later, Karin and Brad will order pizza for Chris and Poornima, who are arriving to ring in the new year with some good old fashioned cheer, including but not limited to wine and nachos.
Whatever, eh? And if I don’t happen to write anymore, see you next year and happy aught three.