A friend mentioned that he spent New Year’s Eve at a bar on the east side and he asked if I had gone out. I gave the following description of my evening,
“I put on that beautiful red party dress that I made, stayed home, drank champagne, celebrated quietly my son’s 24th birthday, then as the year slipped away I was visited by a handsome Spanish man who danced with me, kissing me once at the stroke of midnight. Was like a dream.”
Looking for the other glass slipper now.