NYE was a quiet affair, spending a couple of hours at the McCoy household, talking about nudity and group hugs among other things.
Just as we were saying goodbye, Little Emma (Michael’s 7y/o daughter), said to me, ‘You are going to marry her, aren’t you?’. While technically a question, there was definitely a demand in her tone – I think she approves :)
We departed shortly after 1am only to be contacted Marianne (Emma’s BFF) from Party#2 with her saying she was going to bed – party over. That was a disappointment for us all – Emma, because she wanted to see her for NY, and me because I was looking forward to meeting the girl I’ve heard so much about. But we’ll arrange it for another time – perhaps tonight?
So we headed home, and both fell asleep on the sofa around 4am watching Dude, where’s my car?. We woke briefly and stumbled into the bedroom for a further seven hours of snuggley slumber.
After dropping Emma at work, my sauntering to the sweetie shop and restaurant hit a snag – both closed! Argh! So to the petrol station it was, then back to the flat.
Right now I’m meant to be packing, but instead I’m procrastinating and writing this post. If I start packing, it’ll feel like the end (of this trip) is getting near, and I don’t want that. At all.
January 5th, 2010 19:27
sounds like a wonderful trip. sorry i didn’t get to see you up in Austin, but glad things went so well!
January 8th, 2010 18:05
Nice! Emma is still talking about you both ;)