NOT 1999. Yes, back when we were partying like it was 1999, it involved parties, dressing up, free rides from THP (for which you had to wait forever, but at least it was safe), and a big fat hangover.
These days find us with a very different reality on NYE. For the second year in a row, we hosted our dear friends, the Hollemans, for New Year's Eve. They made the drive from Nashville to CoMO with two kids in tow. This year I have a new appreciation for that dedication! We planned a quiet evening in, that turned into more of a family-friendly dinner party. A few other friends (and friends of friends) came and enjoyed some beer and wine and dinner, then headed home to put their little one to bed. Shortly after, as we were preparing to watch the ball drop, we heard sounds of crying from upstairs. I won't go into details, other than to say that it required a late night pajama change, a pack & play swap out, and a friend to join us for ringing in the new year - a much younger friend, one we expected to be sleeping. :)
New years day, and the following day found most of us battling a little stomach bug of our own (guess this is the new hangover?). We each pulled through and managed to have some fun along the way. Including a cold walk through historic Booneville
...and a second trip (for the Pulles, at least) to the Hotel Fredrick, where we hoped to grab a drink at the picturesque hotel bar - which was closed, so we just hung out in the lobby for awhile. I am sure the desk clerk enjoyed our presence.
By the end of the weekend, we all headed to St Louis, where a "quick" trip to see the arch turned into an afternoon of educational fun, and long trip to the top of the arch.
bbbbrrrrr
The "futuristic" pods which take you to the top...
MP2...watch out for the polar bear!!
Fits right into the wild west!
Ride to the top
On top of the world...well, St. Louis anyways.
All sicknesses aside, we had a great time, and hope the Hollemans are up for a third year in a row to ring in 2012.
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