Hello Dear Readers!
Did you know that Israel doesn’t celebrate New Year’s like we do? Such was the impetus for our trip to Georgia, as I literally cannot go a single holiday without a celebration.
So it was that we spent New Year’s Ever in Tbislisi, with no plans and only a mild hangover we were trying to overcome.
Let me start by saying that Georgians love their holidays.
This is evidenced by their decorations, the massive amounts of people out on the town, and the sheer multitude of fireworks we witnessed as the clock struck midnight.
Let me lay the scene for you here:
Harrison and I, tired but excited after a long day of touring, ready to celebrate the New Year with a bang. We’ve settled ourselves at a strangely abandoned bar and begun to enjoy some final 2018 libations in preparation for our New Year’s resolutions (drink more?).
We’ve smoked a hookah, eaten about a dozen cheeseburgers (God Bless the foreign exchange rate), and have had more to drink than is entirely sensible.
Shortly before midnight, we wander outside, as we’ve heard there might be something big to see.
And there is!
The bell tolls, a thunderous, booming sound, as all around us fireworks begin to shoot in the air. The sounds of people cheering fills us, and we look at each other, smiling shyly, each waiting for the other to make the first move.
And thus we shared our first kiss of 2019. It was romantic, perfect, and sentimental, us cuddling against one another, the lights bright above us and the frigid air forcing us close together.
Until someone shot a firecracker at us.
-Carissa “My Eye Is Still Kinda Burned” and Harrison “My Eardrums Have Burst”