…And so here they were. The midnight hour was fast approaching. So much anticipation for this moment had been expended. So many plans had been prepared and now sat idle, ready to be discarded in the immanent implosion. But certainly not all was lost, they WERE sitting in what was arguably (and they did argue) the finest cottage on the finest property in the west end of Jamaica.
“Well, maybe it doesn’t EXACTLY suck,” said Nick with a glance around the patio before tossing a little smile at Bananny.
“Ha! No, No it doesn’t suck EXACTLY!” she laughed back.
“And you know, until just the last few minutes this day has been perfect,” continued Nick.
“I couldn’t imagine it being better,” added Bananny, “and everyone will still be here tomorrow.”
“Everyone and everything we came here for will be waiting for us when we open our eyes in the morning,” rejoined Nick.
Bananny smiled at this thought. “Everything I came for, for sure!”
They sat for a moment and pondered this strange situation. “You know it’s funny, but if I think of all the reasons we did all the things we had to do over the past six months to be here, actually ringing in the New Years in classic, crazy, wild Negril style is well down the list,” added Nick.
“I agree! You know, today WAS perfect!” replied Bananny, “ And tomorrow will be great, too.”
“I really don’t HAVE to have a wild New Years Eve,” Nick poormouthed.
“If it’s just us and all we do is raise our glasses to each other at midnight, I am perfectly happy,” finished Bananny and the two performed a test toast in resolution, “Happy New Year, my friend!”
The deep peace of acceptance washed over Nick and Bananny. All was good. No problem, mon.
