2016.
This New Year’s Eve was different.
I didn’t want to wake up feeling like hell.
Waste an entire day recovering.
I wanted to DO something.
And FEEL good.
Like when I was a teenager and went for subzero runs in the snow listening to U2:
“All is quiet on New Year’s Day…
A world in white gets underway…”
For my younger readers, U2’s album “War” was about Ireland: It was the early 1980s. Protestants and Catholics were at war, killing each other. Can you imagine? It was real.
Back to the US, present day, worlds away:
Our dinner reservations were at 10:30 at the best new restaurant in town.
But we got hungry at 7pm.
And Mr. Wannabe, seeing that no decent restaurant was offering take-out on New Year’s Eve, ordered Papa John’s pizza.
If you have never had it…oh, the freshest ingredients…the BEST pizza.
I knew NOT to eat the bread (many nights on the floor writhing in pain from the yeast).
But Mr. W?
Uh. Oh.
This is the 4th time it’s made him sick.
On one hand, I’m glad he can now empathize at how excruciating food can be. On the other hand, I’m sad that anyone I love has to experience the planet the way I do.
Skirting around life where menus are minefields.
By 9pm he was in pain.
He wanted to go out anyway, so that I could wear my “jumper dress” from Boohoo.com. So sweet! I would have stayed in and watched Return of the Jedi happily.
We had a nice little table next to a jazz band and had some drinks and nibbles.
A toast to a new year on the patio.
With a “no more pizza” resolution.
“I…
I will begin.again…
I…
I will begin again…”
Image modified from ‘New Year’s Day’ by U2. Available at u2.com
Suzewannabe 