Goodbye 2005. The general consensus here in New Orleans seems to be: We’re glad to see this one go.
I used to think of the year I lived in Sweden as the worst in my life, wrought as it was with teen angst and personal conflicts and the pain of apostasy, not to mention the cold dark winter near the arctic circle.
But 2005 was worse.
We had a small party at our house, whence we ventured forth to Orleans Avenue round midnight, just in time for the bonfire madness. People pile up their Xmas trees, light ’em on fire, then run around the fire. It’s the most fun you can have on New Year’s Eve. Due to my general ineptitude, I don’t have any pictures, but you can look at the ones I took last year.
And today it hit something like 80 degrees. That’s mighty warm for January, even in New Orleans.
Here’s hoping 2006 is a better year.