New Year's plans, bunnies? What if anything are you doing to mark the passing of yet another go 'round the sun?
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I just got up (trying to sleep off some bug that's going around), and am going to spend the day getting rid of all visible cardboard. Our Lady of Perpetual Intoxication (the woman who lives elsewhere on the property) *finally* got the bed and some other furniture out of here, so I can start to set up properly. Then the owner of the local grocery/liquor store (the one I've been painting...the store, not the owner) is having a party for the community at the Lions Hall. His New Year's parties are much-anticipated, apparently: on an island of 1100, at least 300 usually show up, even though the bar's not free (he sells drinks at roughly cost). As with anywhere else, some people here would wade through an ocean of elephant piss and french-kiss their worst enemy to get in to a party with free drinks. And it's like there's an invisible 'booze signal' that goes off in the sky when it happens--they can smell a free drink through 5 miles of dense underbrush. But anyway...the party should be lots of fun, and I'm looking forward to meeting more islanders.
I also had to share this excerpt from an email newsletter from one of my favourite hangouts in Vancouver, The Irish Heather. Now you can see why it's a favourite:
What kind of New Year’s madness do we have planned for you? Well, none actually. We’re not really crazy about the big fake-happy scene with the noisemakers and the crush and the sparkling wine that would burn the shell off an egg, not to mention snogging strangers. Double not to mention a $75 cover charge to listen to a band you’ve never heard before and never will again if God is merciful.
Instead we’re going out on a limb and doing what we do every night: serving up Vancouver’s best pub grub and drinks to our regulars and discriminating newcomers.
No dress code.
No cover charge.
No hassle.
No carbonated Bulgarian plonk slowly eating its way out of the plastic cup.