Crap Mariner gives great gifts. He makes wonderful objects. This time it was Burning 2011. I saw that name and thought “Interesting, wonder what that MEANS exactly?” I rezzed it and oh wow, does Burning 2011 resonate in my soul. 🙂 As I’ve mentioned to a few of you, I found 2011 to be ……. challenging. I think I may post on it more, but let’s say I give it a grade of D: disillusionment, disappointment, damage. I don’t seem to be alone in this sentiment. I’m looking at Facebook, talking to other folks. It seems many people are happy to see 2011 end in the hope that 2012 will be more upbeat. As 2012 is here, whether or not it plans to be “upbeat”, all we can do is smile, take a deep breath and find the positive where we can. For me – that usually means friends and family.
Dale and I have a tradition of a New Year’s Eve dance. We believe we’ve been doing this for 4 years now, although I can only find pictorial proof of one of those years. Well, two now. *grin* I logged in and the evening began as so much of 2011 went: my mouse wasn’t working, I couldn’t drag objects to rez them, ended up wearing them, major lag on photos. Thank goodness Dale is patient, helpful and smart. Duh. Disconnect the mouse and use the keypad on the laptop. 🙂 So we went down to the water to wish the ducks a Happy New Year. Then Bamboo, Dale and I set fire to 2011 to let it end in a blaze of glory, even if most of it was more gory than glory.
We headed out for a dance. Noma Falta was doing a show at the Party Barge and there we met up with Daez and Dz. After hugs and kisses all around, we settled in to dance. (We were racing the clock, as I was expecting RL guests in just 2 hours.) Ahh, Tradition. This is a lovely tradition. I started the evening rattled and discombobulated but taking the time to dance with Dale, Daez and Dz (oh hey – maybe a grade of D is a GOOD thing when it’s THAT threesome. *smile*) I calmed down. Noma was great as usual. There was a good size crowd at the Party Barge.
Then it was time for partying in my atomic life. This is another tradition and these are friends and family who have been gathering together for years, in MANY seasons. My sister was there and although we both had selected black pants for the evening, we differ a bit on footwear. Can you guess which are MY feet??? I’m sorry that the angle is what it is – you can’t really see that those spikey heels are a good 5 inches high. I LOVE those shoes: feathers, glitter, heels, shine. What more can a gal want in a shoe?