Happy New Year
And so to the bar, where the turn of the year is celebrated and old friendships rather than the new are cherished and fortified. Years may pass between friends but so long as it’s just like old times when you do see them again, it’s like no time has passed at all. In these conditions the lack of regular contact is forgiven.
It used to be every year without fail, heading out ridiculously early to ensure you have a seat in the pub when the clock chimes midnight. There in the dark cosy snug we’d usher in another year in the usual way and afterwards stagger merrily home. Once kids returning home for the holidays and spending a week or so drunk before leaving families and friends behind again for our studies, now thirty-somethings with divergent careers, countries of residence, wives and even budding families of our own. Carefree drinks with old mates is a luxury now not a necessity.
Nowadays not everyone makes it back home. Life has taken us all in different directions. So now instead of New Years Eve the get-together happens a little more spontaneously when the window of opportunity is open and more than a handful of the old crew are able to meet in the one place. If it happens some time between Christmas and New Year then so much the better. These meetings are few and far between and as such very precious. I had one such get together only last night…the warm fuzzy feeling of seeing my oldest friends only tarnished by the size of my hangover.
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