To Absent Friends

I am in Columbia for New Year’s Eve. The Fennewalds won the bid for my company (if you recall, I said I’d hang out with whomever offered the most potential for alcohol consumption). We will probably be meeting a bunch of other people later, too.

I don’t feel like being rowdy, though. Tonight, I’m feeling reserved. Tonight, I’m a man of few words but many fond smiles. Tonight, I’m drinking Crown Royal on the rocks, silently toasting absent friends. You’re all out there somewhere, doing your thing. Maybe I’ll see you in 2010.

Here’s to you.