Last day of the year, and the party spirit is in the air. Here in Niceland we’re gearing up for the mutha of all parties – our wild and crazy New Year’s Eve celebrations. Fireworks are sold unrestricted to the general public and at midnight everything just goes ballistic. The fireworks are [primarily] sold by the search and rescue teams for fundraising and this year, apparently, sales are NOT down over last year, despite the kreppa. Go figure.
The most popular fireworks this year are cakes decked out with pictures of infamous figures in Icelandic society – bankers, politicians, et al, who shall be duly dispatched to the sky at midnight. Kaboom!
Meanwhile, the tourists have arrived and all suites are booked in the major hotels. Chez YT we’re preparing for a dinner party for seven – EPI and YT, three of our girls [the fourth has to work] my father in law, and our friend Paul – after which we shall check out a brenna and watch the áramótaskaup [see here if you have no idea what I’m on about] before heading up to the nearest hill to watch the pyrotechnics at midnight.
We have a winner for our Googlie of the Year … and it is …
stressed out penis pics, from the Isle of Wight, Virginia.
CONGRATULATIONS stressed out penis! You win a lifetime supply of … Prozac. Whoo-hoo!
Dear readers, thanks for another great year, it’s been a privilege sharing these ramblings and rants with you. Thanks to all of you who contributed with insights and input, and extra big thanks to those who made a donation this year – big or small. That’s really special to me.
May the coming year bring you many, many blessings and much peace and love. And so, from all of us here at the Weather Report…
GLEÐILEGT NÝTT ÁR!