**9:00pm**
“I love you.”
It’s the last thing I say to my husband as we get off the phone. It’s already early morning in the UK – new year’s eve has come and gone for him. I’m still kind of annoyed that he managed to get stuck over there over the holiday, but I wasn’t willing to hand over an extra $1,000 for his company to fly him home early. Instead I find myself at Sarah’s house. It’s not the most exciting place to spend the evening, but her wine selection is good and I can’t say I’m complaining if I get to crash shortly after midnight.
We pop open a bottle of pinot gris and pour our first glasses. By midway through the second I’m starting to warm up to the evening – a little less exhausted and exasperated, a little more in the mood for fun. We turn up the music and dance around in her living room like we did back in college.
**10:30pm**