So we rang it in right.
That means up in Saratoga. We got the Little House on the East Side up and running. I did a 5k over at Skidmore in the rain, then we checked out this new place Solevo that I’ve been hearing great things about from the types of people who know about these things. I walk in the joint and lo and behold whom do I see behind the bar?
Case from the Paddock Bar has been at the place since they’ve opened and appears to be thriving. And, of course, a reminder of one of my favorite places on earth was most welcome as I got ready to say goodbye to 2018 and hello to 2019.
Plans to attend the fireworks were scuttled by a) the weather and b) the fact that Perrin, noted sleep fighter that she is, had no show of making it to midnight. Instead, we came home and I wrestled the wood stove to a draw while enjoying a wee dram of Macallan 12. It should be noted that dinner’s libations were most pleasing as well, highlighted by a bottle of Nicolas Feuillatte Palmes d’Or 1999, available on the list at cost, essentially.
I didn’t sleep much and was up at 4:30 and spent my first conscious hours of the new year editing today’s Eclipse Awards podcast. It is now available for your consumption via the usual outlets.
Enjoy my friends! Happy New Year, and make sure you stick around for the special message after the credits and Willie Nile.
May you win all your 2019 photos,