We’re off! Have you plans for the biggest party of the year? We have! And we’ve got the tickets to speak to it. They’re quite elegant, with little star bursts and an image of a wide-bottomed bottle to summon up all the delicious, bubbly champers we’ll be drinking this evening, to put us in just the right frame of mind for welcoming in 2009.

My man is looking fit in his tuxedo. (Who doesn’t look fit in a tux? Although I really ought to go straighten his bow tie.) I love any excuse to don that slinky black gown, strap on the towering heels (ooo…now I can look at his chin!), and carry that little beaded bag my mum found in Gran’s things. A real vintage item!

The event tickets have been teasing me for weeks, just sitting there on the cork board reminding me of the fun to be had tonight. Even a limousine couldn’t transport me so quickly, in so much style. We can’t afford a limo anyway. And besides, the ride only lasts a few minutes. The tickets are forever. When we’re old and gray, we’ll look back on the stubs in my scrap album and remember they nights we stayed out dancing ’til dawn.