New Year

I spent this at a 'Western' restaurant with a few of the family friends. Western means the food is actually something other than pig blood, organs and chicken feet. The presiding uncle refused to use his chopsticks, I don't know whether it was because he wanted to show his knowledge of knife and fork (no, not everyone knows how to use them) or he just preferred it... I've started to find chops more easy after so long with them.
My frustration at being bossed about constantly, as is the 'way', came to its point when I decided to lean on the whiskey glass somewhat, and treated the ensemble to a top-voice rendition of 'auld lang syne'. Since they couldn't sing along, I decided that they'd like to hear three verses worth, with finale. I may have looked a monkey, but the unsettled glances as I increased my gusto was worth it.
After months of sitting quietly, I gave them all a pleasant shock.