Happy New Year

We have had New Year's; and it was the most fun New Year's eve in a long while...lots of dancing, and no hangover, so all around excellent attempt.
Why is it happy people dance, and unhappy people don't?
What is it about dancing that separates the men from the boys in the mental health department? Of course the lone exception is Thomas who is uncomfortable on a dance floor...but that is the German in him. Can't have the same person who builds your rocket invent new dance moves. But newly minted lesbians, hopeless romantics, Canadians, and international divorcees, all flock to the tiny Almhof floor. It's the best; or the best of the worst dancing you have ever seen. Oh sure, we could use a few more (some) black people....but in the right light, a sunburnt Austrian looks almost comfortable out there. Oh my God! the plans we made! They keep coming up in the cold light of day. Here is a partial list:
My 50th will be in Cartagena and will be attended by Canadians AND the very cute underage bartender with the weird name (mentor?) from the Almhof. I just remember thinking as he hugged me for just a tad longer than Mrs. S would have liked, that this special bond must be celebrated in South America.
The new Lesbian crowd here will alas not be in Cartagena, but not because we are anti gay. Or anti gay dancing...no. It's just that the lesbians hog the floor and make me dance with them and thomas was getting irritated. He claims one of them-a twenty year- old kept singing my praises ("your wife is SO great") and lord knows I try not to brag...but she is thirty years younger..

Next year's New Years eve will be a buffet -followed by a fondue. Or maybe it's the other way around.
There are more, but they are only fuzzy at this point...

The photos of course tell a different story..mon dieu. Why why why did I not use powder? and why did I think lipstick was enough?...eye liner! more eye liner was needed! I honestly think I need to jump off a high ledge. Maybe tomorrow...reminds me of my favorite Annie Lammott quote:
I want to kill myself but I need to lose five pounds first.

Oh before the dinner and dancing we had a pre party in curlers which is always my favorite part....bunch of crazy women; a few husbands pop their heads in, but retreat like moles in daylight when we screech our greeting. Wouldn't even stay for a picture.

Tomorrow is last day with Lisi..I didn't even tell you about our insane day of hiking. But I will.
More soon. Ski must now.
xxx