No Man Is At All Hours Wise

And so the new year rolls in with a successfully raucous ending in the streets of Lunenberg, Grand Parade, and the levees of Halifax Regional Municipality. Once again we donned the tuxedos to receive our blessings from the Archbishop, Lieutenant-Governor, Mayor, Rear Admiral, and other fine hosts. The Moose Milk was flowing. Perhaps the highlight of 2008's first day was attendance at the Buffalo Club in Eastern Passage (whose motto I quote in the post's title - exceptional) where I was asked a few times whether I had just come from a wedding, or whether we were undertakers. Good times.

The eyes, now sufficiently sobered, turn to 2008. What trips will it hold? 2007 was a fine one for a' that: Oxford and the Blarney Stone in February, Chicago in March, Niagara Falls in May, Paris in August, Calgary in September, the Vegas-Phoenix-Grand Canyon triumverate in October, and spectacular Turkey in November. Already the holder of a one-way return from London on March 23, St. Patty's should be the impetus for further vagabonding revels by then. 52 or so Fridays, where they will be spent thereby shall hang the tales? Predictions include Malta and Ollie's Last Pub, for one, but the true resolution would be to set foot on a new continent - South America or Africa. Add that to the list of more typical "healthy" resolutions that this year (at least for the next two months) may actually be kept.

Quoi d'autres? That's the magic, I guess. The who, what, when, and wheres of a new year set out like blank pages waiting to be filled - as opposed to the why that may never be properly understood even in retrospect. Here's to a prosperous one, and the dreams to come.