¡Felicia Me Muero!

One of my best New Year's ever was spent in Argentina, in the countryside, San Diego to be precise with my oldest brother and sister, my oldest friend D. and my current husband (then boyfriend). As the night wore on my grandfather got drunk (the first time I witnessed this) and he kept cracking himself up and repeating" Felicia me muero" (Felicia I am dying) instead of "Feliz año nuevo" (Happy New Year). He went on to invent a contrived and illogical game that made him laugh as he explained it. It was a warm (both climate and feeling wise)  and lovely evening. The end of 1999 and the beginning of 2000. Over a decade has passed and I remember it perfectly. Since then many things have happened, including his death, but I will always treasure that special New Year's. Happy 2011 everyone!