The bbq in the backyard is wrapping up, the coals are being soaked dead, the trays are being brought in, beer bottles collected and music killed. Everybody is gathering their bags, their champagne bottles, their bags of 12 grapes and blankets, and we’re off to the beach. Going to picnic out on the sand, just beyond the surf, and usher in 2009 in the darkness beneath the fireworks. Then, when the clock strikes, we’ll all rush down to jump over 12 waves, Brasilian tradition guaranteed to bring one good luck for the coming year.

I hope all are with family and friends, with good people and having a blast, and that 2009 proves to be everything you could wish for!