♥People keep asking me how I spent my first day of the new year, and rather than trying to explain my actions I think telling a little back story may help you all understand better. The answer to your question is very simple. I have spent the first day of my new year remembering.
Remembering and drinking Tea~~♪ ♥ ♪ ♥♪ ♥
I cannot enter a new year of my life without thinking about what I will be leaving behind. And so I drink a toast to all of those who are not here to drink it. Many of my dearest roses were lost to me this year and will not see another. But lets remember this last year for all that it was rather than all that it wasn't.....
So to start my story, I am at work. Last night I worked until around eleven until Tony said it was alright for me to go home. There is no joke in saying that managing an upscale restaurant on New Years Eve is worse than Black Friday in retail. Hell hath no fury.... Well, I arrived home to a house full of drunks save for myself, my father and Austin. (Though father was not far behind to follow haha XP) Grant was drunk, Beau was drunk, Elysia was drunk, Lauren was drunk... though the far more practical list would be all who were not drunk. But to make a generally simple story short I rang in the New Year taking care of some very very drunk boys. Vomit, saltine crackers, and good old H2O.
I drank champagne with my father and mother at exactly 12 am, and played Auld Lang Syne on my Flugel Horn to the neighborhood. Then I cried. I cried for a long time, and I never checked to see how long. I cried and I remembered. I cried and I forgot. Looking back it has been years since that day, and I am still alive. I am still here, and I have made it through another year. Thank God for it. But it hurt to think of all those I love who are not here and who did not make it. God bless them~
Around 2 am my mother and I spent almost an hour caring for my drunk brothers, and trying to nurse them to sleep. After I had finally gotten them in bed and quiet I went into the kitchen where I sat and talked with my mom and Austin, until Grant got up from bed and came out into the kitchen. We heated him up some food, since he was hungry, and that is typically a good step up from vomiting. Then I put on my tea pot to boil. We all sat and talked and drank tea for about an hour until everyone started to wilt. Mom left first then Austin. Then I helped walk Grant back to bed and tucked him in with a bucket next to his bed in case of future vomit. I went back out and sat in the kitchen for a little longer and finished off the pot of tea. Just sitting and remembering. Sitting and thinking...
I went to bed around four in the morning only to be woken up a few hours later to the sounds of someone stirring in the hall. I sat up to listen better. It was 6 am and Grant was awake again. (Though I say that lightly because he was not very coherent) For some reason unknown to me he had gotten up and pulled a blanket and pillow out of the cabinets in the hall and was sleeping on the floor in front of my room. I walked out and carried him back to bed, tucked him in and walked out to the kitchen. I poured myself some orange juice and sat on a stool. Leaning against the counter I sat and drank orange juice out of a coffee mug and watched the sun rise.
I went back to my room about 7:30 and tried to get some more sleep. The typical nightmares were not far to follow. So I just sat on my bed staring into nothingness for all the sleep I so dearly missed. The rest of the house started to stir around noon, but instead of getting up I decided to just lay there and listen. Haha, and they were loud too! I finally crawled out of my little hole around 2 in the afternoon. Went out to the kitchen ate lunch with my mom and made some tea.
As for how I spent the rest of the day we put away old decorations and listened to music. After that I sat out in the den on the rocking chair. It was around 5:30, so I sat on the rocking chair, drank Tea, ate Danish butter cookies and watched the sun go down. And So the Sun Sets on a New Year. Welcome to My Garden 2009, for all it is, and all it isn't.
They say, that how you spend the first day of the New Year is how you will spend the rest of the year. And if that is so may I stay like this at peace. According to that philosophy I will spend this year drinking Tea and staring into an abyss of nothing. I will suffice it to say that it looks like 2009 will be an interesting year to say the least...
My Roses,
Adieu, Adieu,
Until We Meet Again,
-Yuki ♪ ♥ ♪ ♥♪ ♥
Remembering and drinking Tea~~♪ ♥ ♪ ♥♪ ♥
I cannot enter a new year of my life without thinking about what I will be leaving behind. And so I drink a toast to all of those who are not here to drink it. Many of my dearest roses were lost to me this year and will not see another. But lets remember this last year for all that it was rather than all that it wasn't.....
So to start my story, I am at work. Last night I worked until around eleven until Tony said it was alright for me to go home. There is no joke in saying that managing an upscale restaurant on New Years Eve is worse than Black Friday in retail. Hell hath no fury.... Well, I arrived home to a house full of drunks save for myself, my father and Austin. (Though father was not far behind to follow haha XP) Grant was drunk, Beau was drunk, Elysia was drunk, Lauren was drunk... though the far more practical list would be all who were not drunk. But to make a generally simple story short I rang in the New Year taking care of some very very drunk boys. Vomit, saltine crackers, and good old H2O.
I drank champagne with my father and mother at exactly 12 am, and played Auld Lang Syne on my Flugel Horn to the neighborhood. Then I cried. I cried for a long time, and I never checked to see how long. I cried and I remembered. I cried and I forgot. Looking back it has been years since that day, and I am still alive. I am still here, and I have made it through another year. Thank God for it. But it hurt to think of all those I love who are not here and who did not make it. God bless them~
Around 2 am my mother and I spent almost an hour caring for my drunk brothers, and trying to nurse them to sleep. After I had finally gotten them in bed and quiet I went into the kitchen where I sat and talked with my mom and Austin, until Grant got up from bed and came out into the kitchen. We heated him up some food, since he was hungry, and that is typically a good step up from vomiting. Then I put on my tea pot to boil. We all sat and talked and drank tea for about an hour until everyone started to wilt. Mom left first then Austin. Then I helped walk Grant back to bed and tucked him in with a bucket next to his bed in case of future vomit. I went back out and sat in the kitchen for a little longer and finished off the pot of tea. Just sitting and remembering. Sitting and thinking...
I went to bed around four in the morning only to be woken up a few hours later to the sounds of someone stirring in the hall. I sat up to listen better. It was 6 am and Grant was awake again. (Though I say that lightly because he was not very coherent) For some reason unknown to me he had gotten up and pulled a blanket and pillow out of the cabinets in the hall and was sleeping on the floor in front of my room. I walked out and carried him back to bed, tucked him in and walked out to the kitchen. I poured myself some orange juice and sat on a stool. Leaning against the counter I sat and drank orange juice out of a coffee mug and watched the sun rise.
I went back to my room about 7:30 and tried to get some more sleep. The typical nightmares were not far to follow. So I just sat on my bed staring into nothingness for all the sleep I so dearly missed. The rest of the house started to stir around noon, but instead of getting up I decided to just lay there and listen. Haha, and they were loud too! I finally crawled out of my little hole around 2 in the afternoon. Went out to the kitchen ate lunch with my mom and made some tea.
As for how I spent the rest of the day we put away old decorations and listened to music. After that I sat out in the den on the rocking chair. It was around 5:30, so I sat on the rocking chair, drank Tea, ate Danish butter cookies and watched the sun go down. And So the Sun Sets on a New Year. Welcome to My Garden 2009, for all it is, and all it isn't.
They say, that how you spend the first day of the New Year is how you will spend the rest of the year. And if that is so may I stay like this at peace. According to that philosophy I will spend this year drinking Tea and staring into an abyss of nothing. I will suffice it to say that it looks like 2009 will be an interesting year to say the least...
My Roses,
Adieu, Adieu,
Until We Meet Again,
-Yuki ♪ ♥ ♪ ♥♪ ♥
