Our first New Year's Eve. We all decide to get dressed up and head out on the town. A night of bar hopping is in order. The Padre seems to be missing. I would rather have preferred he celebrated with us, but with the stuff that is going on his life I can understand wanting a little alone time. I manage to keep my ego in check and we manage to not start any bar fights. This no violent side of us is strange.
Cygin