I've been very conflicted the past few months.
Every year, Raven holds an Old Year's Wake. Basically, on January 1st, a large group of people get together, play many many games, eat lots of pizza, and at one point all sit together and discuss what the Year That Was meant to them and give it a good send off. Some say something cryptic, others say something signifigant, but everyone says something. But the point (for me at least) is the companionship, the laughter, the having a good time with people who I rarely (if ever!) get to see outside of that context.
I really really want to go again this year.
I had it all planned out for a while, too. I'd do New Years Eve here in Edinburgh, with plans on climbing to the top of Arthur's Seat to watch the fireworks and drink whisky and toast to a year spent closing some doors and opening others. Then, in the wee hours of the morning, I'd run off to the nearest airport, and get the fastest flight to Edmonton. With the time difference on my side, I might even be able to make it to Edmonton on time for a spirited game of Twister.
Alas, I think this is not to be.
It's not that I don't want to go to the Wake, because I do. But I don't think I can pull off both and continue to be employed. And if I have to chose between what could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to spend New Years Eve in Edinburgh, or the chance to go to a Wake... well...
Edinburgh, I guess, has to win.
I'll be there in spirit. Or, you know, I'll be so hung over from the night before that I'll be there in spirits instead, and my was that an awful pun, I'm going to bed.