It’s got to be better than the last one.
I recall the New Years Eve party at the assisted living facility where Frau Grace’s father lived in Orlando some years back. He was about 91 or 92. It was a big facility with lots of residents. The staff decorated the big hall, and the residents parked their walkers and formed a long line at the entrance. (All those walkers lined up along the wall looked like a line of parked motorcycles at a biker bar) When the doors were opened, Vince walked to the front of the line, cut in front of everyone, and was the first one in. It was a nice party. The staff had turned the big clock ahead three hours so midnight would come at nine PM. Everybody left at eight. It was the most fun I’d had in years.