Well, I hope you all rang in the New Year happily. We avoided BBC Scotland and BBC Alba until 11:40 PM when we turned them on "for the Bells." BBC Alba had the better music, but BBC Scotland would have the fireworks at Edinburgh Castle, so at midnight we changed the channel and listened to the fireworks in stereo, as they blew up on the television and outside our window. And, like half the adult population of Scotland (at least), we sang "Auld Lang Syne" along with the telly.
Our Single friends were at parties for Single people. I would have felt a bit left out had not a kindly Single invited us for New Year's Day Lunch. So as it was I was happy just to text New Year's greetings to friends home and abroad and to go to bed.
The next day B.A. and I went to Jan 1 Mass--which in the Old Rite celebrates the Feast of the Circumcision--and then to this delicious lunch, which featured the traditional Scottish dish for New Year's Day, the steak pie. B.A. and I were surrounded by handsome bachelors, which was very agreeable for me, although their jokes occasionally engendered my wish that some of them would hurry up and find wives.
More wives, I felt, would heighten the tone--although I suppose that would depend on the wives. As much as I enjoy Noel Coward and Gilbert and Sullivan over Youtube, I requested both Marlene Dietrich singing "Falling in Love Again" and Rita Hayworth singing "Put the Blame on Mame." Although I don't think anyone could have been morally hurt by Marlene in her ridiculous boxer shorts, I felt a bit guilty on behalf of Rita.
"If that dress were in Britain it would get social security payments," said B.A. "It has no visible means of support."
Here is lovely Rita to scare away the eavesdroppers, lest they watch the whole thing and have to go to confession. It's okay for girls.