New Year

Well. New Year's Eve.

As mentioned in a previous entry, one of my resolutions was not to make any resolutions, and to generally start 2008, with as few expectations as possible. What better way of starting my new way of thinking, than making New Year's Eve, as unpretentious and expectationless as possible?

My very good friend Adam, and his wife, Mette, had invited me over to their place, in Højbjerg, near Århus. The plan was for each of us to make a course for dinner, to drink good wine, enjoy good company, and watch fireworks.

So we did. And it was one of the best New Years I've ever had. We dressed in jeans and jumpers (Mette wore a skirt actually), and made cocktails out of a Starbucks travel mug.

Here is Mette:


And here is Adam:


Dinner was excellent (halloumi for starters, Guinness stew for main, and coffee cake for pudding), as was the wine, and we talked and laughed and discussed the kinds of crap you do when full, content and slightly drunk.

Close to midnight, we went to their neighbour's house, where we drank some more, Adam threw me over his shoulder, and Mette and I danced a routine to Madonna (pictures will come, rest assured...). We went to see the fireworks at 12, and I have to say that they beat the 'river of fire' crap that was London, 2000.

Here is a little video, which doesn't nearly do justice to it, but it gives you an idea of the panoramic view we had of Århus blowing up:



Apologies for the sound and quality, but I've never laid claim to being any good with filming.

It was swell. It really was, and most definitely started the New Year the way I mean to go on. We went to bed around 4, got up at 10.30, and had a slow breakfast, with eggs and coffee, still in our pyjamas. I was home by 2, and perfectly happy by 3. The day was superb, and again; I can only hope that the future brings more of the same.

I couldn't be happier with my resolution. If you can call it that. I'll deal with what life gives me, when it does just that, and t ry my hardest not to expect too much out of anything. Why bother? Really? In fact, in my next post, you'll see how expecting things can only lead to bollocks.

I have a lot going on this year. I will finish my BA. Will I start my Masters? If so; where? Århus? Copenhagen? Where will I be living? My own flat? With friends or strangers? Will I finally be speaking Danish? What about my love life? What about a job? So much to do, so little time. I sure as hell know what I want from some of these, but as said; I'm not presuming. I'm not expecting. Hoping? Maybe. Most certainly in some respects, but not expecting. It's not that I'm turning into a pessimist, not at all. I am most definitely a glass-half-full kind of gal, but I've just realised over the course of 2007, not to, well, count your chickens before they've hatched. I suppose I'll just have to wait and see. And boy, I just can't wait.