Determined to show that we are still able to stay up past 10 p.m. (OK, with the help of a nap and coffee), Dearest Partner and I spent a soggy New Year's Eve with his #2 son, a newly minted Diplomate of the American Board of Radiology who was visiting from Asheville, North Carolina. We caught up with him over a wonderful sushi dinner and were hugely impressed to learn that he has paid off his grad school loans. Now all he has to do is cope with the skyrocketing real-estate prices in that hip town.
After dinner, at 9:30 we drove into Kennett, where we stopped at (1) Lars and Linda Farmer's annual bash, (2) the Garage youth center, where the Funsters were jamming, (3) the Kennett Brewing Company (which was packed), and (4) a party in a church basement.
By that time it was 11:45 p.m. and time for the Mushroom Drop. The mist and drizzle made the lasers sparkle as they shot west along State Street.
Attendance was smaller than in prior years because of the rain, but frankly, I didn't mind the weather at all: it was warm, and I was wearing a substantial waterproof hat.
The small crowd meant that there was no delay getting out of town.
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