At this time of year I miss Wexford, my home town in the south-east corner of Ireland. Christmas and New Year's Eve are such fun there. The pubs are packed, the streets are crowded, and if you drop in on anyone for a visit, a glass of whiskey is immediately pressed into your hand, even if it's only 10:00 AM. Returning home for Christmas the first few years I was in America was always fun because I would bump into pretty much everyone I was at school with walking along the main street. Now, I'm not sure I would recognize most of them, although I do have a handful of good friends left in Ireland.
My sister Liz always has a New Year's Eve party, and this year the theme is the eighties. She just called to tell me that they raided my old portfolios from art school at my parents' house and stuck my 20-year-old artwork all over the house because it all looked "so eighties."
Three of the kids are going as Ghostbusters and the 7-month-old will be a little ghost. Liz is going as "Borderline"-era Madonna. Her husband Dave was going to go as Jaws until he realized that the movie was made in 1975, so now he's wearing the combat jacket he got for being on the crew of Saving Private Ryan (The beach scenes were filmed in Wexford) and going as Charlie Sheen in Platoon. My brother Michael's costume is a big secret, but apparently there was a lot of shopping on eBay involved.
Can't wait to see the pictures!