New Yeah

All dishes were prepped when Jess came back to the house after going out for an emergency plastic wrap finding expedition. She told me that all the roads around town were iced over.

No party. No Mac and Ana's in Watertown.

I still insisted in putting on my yellow underpants.

Jess and I sat down and enjoyed a romantic, quiet New Year's eve. After all, dinner was already ready.

We watched Shine a Light, the recent Rolling Stones live film. It was awful, in the ways that you would likely suspect, but not without merit. Jess fell asleep almost immediately, as she tends to do whenever we try to watch a movie and, once again, she woke up, still half dreaming, and carried on conversations with me. The first had to do with hiring an interior decorator for our house and finding out if Keith Richards approved of him. Something like that.

In the second, she woke up and I said something about how sloppy Richards' guitar playing sounded. She looked at the screen.

"Wow, the graphics these days are amazing."

"The graphics?"

"The animation. Whatever they call it."

And then she blinked her eyes and came fully out of sleep. In her half daze, she thought I was playing as Keith Richards in Guitar Hero.

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And that was it. Early to bed, early to rise. A pleasant night where we talked about our memories from the past year and about what the future might hold.