Back in 1992, my fine friends Dave and Kristi thought it would be fun to get together and welcome in the new year. On that fateful night, I remember Dave saying , "How likely do you think it is that 14 years from now we'll still be doing this, but in Maryland, with a bunch of new people, and a bunch of kids?" to which I replied "I also imagine that we will arrive in flying cars and play video games that we control with our bodies." Kristi did not say anything because she was out in the front yard banging on pots and pans for reasons I still don't understand.
So who knew we'd be so wrong about the flying cars? How about it, science? At least we got everything else right.
The fun started on the 29th with the arrival at our house of Kristi and Dave and their orchestra. Before I knew what happened Janine and Hugh, Marci and Rob, and Eric and Stacy also arrived, along with their respective orchestras. There were nuggets and waffle fries (thanks, Jen), pulled pork, lasagna and who knows what else. Somewhere around then Wendy and Russ arrived sans orchestra, not counting the child in Wendy's belly.
Not long after the food was gone, we turned on the Wii, and that is when things start to get fuzzy. Time passed and everyone went to bed - 20 people here and 2.5 people at a nearby hotel.
Saturday morning brought more chaos and Sue. It also brought some babysitters who allowed us to escape from the children. We went to downtown Fred City where we met up with Gretchen, Mike, and the forthcoming Lutz at Brewer's Alley.
Back home then to save the babysitters, as we went once more into the chaos. Again, more stuff happened, more Wii was played, and some Catch Phrase and we had our New Year's Eve Eve party. There was also some singing that I have to mention because it was Shelley's favorite part. My favorite part was the bacon which you will hear about in the next paragraph.
The morning of the 31st was, you guessed it, chaotic. Some people were leaving, some were staying, and I was making the last of the apple wood smoked bacon, left over from Christmas. Some people had already had enough
fun. Bags in hand they went on their way. By the time things had settled down, there were 7 adults and 7 children remaining. Eventually we found ourselves at TGI Friday's for dinner, after which we saw Charlotte's Web. All the talk of killing Wilbur reminded me of that delicious bacon. Talk about some pig!
After the movie we said farewell to the McWettsone Four, and returned to the house for the lowest key New Year's Eve party in at least a year. Everyone else left the next morning, and so ended the festivities. The road to a friend is not long, especially when the uncanny likeness of that friend exists as a Mii to grace my TV screen when ever they want.
Thanks to all for a great time!
