New Year’s Eve also happens to be the day we got married in Morocco. And in 2012 that means ten years! Unbelievable. So we went, completely without irony, to Medieval Times. I haven't been for years, since I was an ESL teacher between college and Peace Corps and accompanied a group of students from UAE, and this was MoBob's first time. Our team was pretty lame so I ended up cheering for the knight from next door. He was a real cutie and a ham, and the only one who rode bare-headed. The only downside to our evening was that the show ended around 10:30pm and the staff hadn't organized anything to occupy people until midnight, though they'd set up balloons and champagne and goody bags with hats and noisemakers. People, including a lot of presumably tired kids, just milled around (or ran around) with loud music in the background. There were few places to sit so we just leaned against the bar, and immediately fought our way out against the balloons at 12:05am.
On New Year's Day we attended another holiday open house in the wilds of suburbia. It was really fun to see a mixed crowd - for example, our former landlords were there because their daughter played wtih the family kids when they still lived in DC. I didn't realize til afterwards that I'd introduced myself as someone who'd gone to the same grad school as the hosts, and not as fellow church members. Granted this was to other alums but I completely forgot to clarify that I actually wasn't a former classmate, and had actually gotten to known them because we were in the same congregation. Oh well.