Moments left in 2010. After college, friends would travel to Chapel Hill for an annual New Years Eve party hosted (usually) by our friend Anny. She has been the primary host of the annual gathering for many years. I haven’t been able to attend the party for several years, but was looking forward to getting back and seeing longtime friends. The early years were complete blow-outs, but the festivities have mellowed greatly over the years as we got older and began to breed. In the morning, we have an annual brunch that is almost as much fun as the party. And we always have a group photo that is a wonderful testament of who is around and who is dating who. Girlfriends and boyfriends come and go. Sometimes the girlfriends become wives and the boyfriends become husbands. And occasionally they have become ex-wives and ex-husbands. The documentation of relationships is almost as enlightening as the documentation of hairstyles. Anyway, as I was in the grocery store this evening picking out the beer to take to the party, I got an email from Anny announcing that she was canceling the gathering due to illness. But my old friends Chuck and Mary, who hosted more than their fair share of these New Years Eve parties, offered to have me over and ply me with beer. So we stood around chatting in their newly remodeled kitchen with their friend Maria. One of the best lines was when Chuck blamed me for being the biggest corrupting influence on his life. High praise indeed. But please note that he is the one pouring the beer in this picture, not me.
And with this ends the great my2bigfeet blog project of 2010. A picture of my two/too big feet every day of the year, documenting the minutiae of my pathetic life. Every photo was from the day it claimed to be. I never missed a day, even though I may have been slow getting them posted. It was different from the great DailyPissPot blog project of 2009, special in its own way. But now it has come to an end. What does 2011 hold? Well, perhaps you’ll know where to look. Perhaps not. Either way. That’s it. I’m done here. My 2 big feet are walking out of here. xo
Where where where?
I wish I knew where to look.
Come on! Come on! Hurry up, Harry, Come on!