We attended the New Year’s Eve party at the resort. 208 people dining on prime rib or chicken, with steamed vegetables and baked potatoes. Cheesecake for dessert. A 5-piece dance band. All cooking and entertainment provided by residents of the park.
Jett and I did our part by prepping the baked potatoes. Over 200 potatoes washed, trimmed as necessary, seasoned, wrapped in foil and put into roaster ovens. I did most of the washing. Jett did most of the seasoning. Not too bad – it took just about an hour. But the work made the food taste better somehow.
Jett also cut the cucumbers for the salad. She made me add that.
We didn’t do any dancing. The band was okay but certainly not great. We were told that line dancing took over after 11 pm. We don’t know because we left around 10:30. Jett went outside for a moment and heard fireworks. We decided to go check on Rusty and we are glad we did. He was a quivering mess. We stayed home, cuddling with the poor beast. I fell asleep about 11. Jett woke me to tell me it was 2019.
I probably could have figured that out.