I was extra grumpy about New Year’s Eve this year. The plan was to galumph downtown for dinner and a ‘hattan, a little walking around, another ‘hattan somewhere else, then home. It’s colder than usual this New Year’s and although I am no wimp about cold weather, I had to kick myself in the you-know-what to get going. You know it turned out okay, don’t you? Here we are at the Red Hawk sipping ‘hattans (and photographing them…), waiting for our duck quesadillas (yes, I do like quesadillas).
This isn’t just your average every day Planet Ann Arbor New Year’s Eve. They have flooded the “Big House” for a hockey game between the Dee-troit Red Wings and the Toronto Maple Leafs tomorrow.
Some people didn’t seem to quite get that there was a big game tomorrow and kind of pooh-poohed the idea that there would be a whole lot of people downtown tonight but our fair planet was ready!
What a crowd! Slightly different than the usual football crowd. I can’t explain why exactly except maybe that I was surrounded by Canadian accents. I definitely felt at home walking around wearing my backpack with the big Canadian maple leaf on the back.
Of course I *am* right at home here on the planet and I wear that backpack all over the place, mostly to schlep grokkeries home from the Plum Market. In the end, the GG let me wimp out like he always does. We had a nightcap ‘hattan at the Grizzly Peak and as I was putting my YakTrax back on for the long uphill snow-slodge back to the Landfill, some young whippersnapper walked up to the bar and ordered four Jagers! Jeeesh! His night was just getting started. An end to mine was in sight. Home and a second shower and just a wee bit of whine to end the evening.
Happy New Year!
P. S. It’s cold out there. Wear a blasted hat!