I decided to head to Copper Harbor to greet 2009 with people I hold near and dear to me: my friends. I was quite surprised to find that this little white, northernmost town in Michigan provided the most exciting New Year’s party in the history of Di.

New Year’s even started on a healthy note when I took a little stroll along Lake Superior with my good friend, Amanda. There was a break in the falling snow as the sun shone down illuminating the lake in beautiful pastel colors. I couldn’t help but to try to capture the beauty that surrounded us.

After our walk, we headed into town to share in a spectacular turkey dinner with some friends and the band that was to later provide the entertainment at Zik’s bar: The Blackflies. The entertainment really started as the band passed out after dinner for a little siesta. They finally headed off to Zik’s to play, and Amanda and I headed to the Mariner for a beer. The beer turned into a beer and a half (we split one) and a tequila shot. I was in no way responsible for the tequila and, in my defense, objected to it. It was nevertheless placed in front of me and I imbibed.

Off to Zik’s we went to join the rest of our friends in drinking, dancing, and making merry. It was great fun. This is where the drinking also got a little out of control. This is also where Amanda and I parted ways on our journey of alcohol in the great hall of Zik’s. I did not have a tab. I did not buy any beverages. Yet, beverages kept appearing in my hand. Interesting.

Zik’s did an extraordinary job hosting this New Year’s bash. They handed out hats, headbands, silly 2009 glasses, noise makers, and confetti poppers. We were well prepped, midnight struck, and I suddenly found myself covered in sparkly confetti. Zik’s quickly emptied out as people rushed into the middle of the highway to watch fireworks. How many towns do that, hey? Eat your heart out New York!

This morning, eight of us woke up at Amanda’s house. We were in pain. We all also knew that skiing or snowshoeing was in everyone’s immediate future. Breakfast was had, winter clothing was donned, and all left for some fun in the snow. Amanda and I weren’t feeling particularly well, but we managed to embark on a two-and-a-half hour snowshoe journey along some of our favorite mountain bike trails.

Aside from the massive hangover, the New Year is looking pretty good. We even started it off on a good foot by doing what we do best: playing outside. What is best of all is the fact that I got to spend it with some of my favorite people.