For New Year’s Eve we all went down to George and Julie’s house in Atlanta. Based on the amount of food, Julie seemed to be expecting more than the dozen guests attending. We dined and drank champagnes and Spanish wines.
My cousin Robert, their eldest son, is off to Spain for five months of study beginning on the third, so the Spanish wines were in his honor.
After dinner we sat around the table talking until it was time to watch the ball drop on the television. We made as much racket as we could, but I’m sure it didn’t hold a candle to what the Hawaii Kowal’s did. After midnight, we welcomed the New Year with a miniture pickin’ and grinnin’. Dad, Gil, Claire and John pulled out their instruments and played.
It was a lot of fun.
This morning, we had a delightful brunch before heading back up to Chattanooga for black-eyed peas and greens.
The only downside to the weekend was that Rob picked up a headcold.
