2013 celebration

Guess where we "celebrated" our new year? At his routine badminton court - where he goes for badminton every Monday. 

I had never followed him there - but I needed to see him when the clock struck twelve. I wanted to at least be there with him at that very tick of the moment, even though he was busy hitting off some shuttlecock away. Him and badminton just cannot be separated. I thought of following my friends around because it was definitely going to be fun going out with friends on a new year's eve but a few reasons stopped me. First off, dear, because as I mentioned earlier I wanted to be there during the very important transition of year. Secondly, the potential crime that could befall me and I might have just killed the man, or the men. Thirdly, I would like to save. I feel broke. I feel very broke, in fact. And his badminton normally takes 3 hours if his friends were around - but last night his friends were not, so we went for supper quite early - earlier than his normal times... 

So, I followed him to the badminton hall where I felt awkward - but at the same time fingers tapping away on my both cell phones, wishing everyone happy new year. 

To be very honest, the badminton court looked very haunted to me - I had to pee, he did accompany me to the toilet but I was still scared to go in. It looked very old, it was pretty small - and he told me that on the way there (I drove, because he got sick of the traffic and driving the whole day), there were many bumps because of one fatal accident long ago involving one monster truck and one school kid. He told me the story near the school - Yikes! I was already imagining. 

So, I let myself be at a safe place - which was inside the badminton court where it was bright with all the fluorescent light and the players and all that, even though it was pretty hot in there. I could smell my own sweat. Eww.

That's the end of my celebration story. I heard the firecrackers though. I just couldn't see them.