Perhaps you'd like to know how the laundry faeries spend New Year's Eve? Well, I'm going to tell you anyway.
First, we find a beach. (In the Puget Sound region, this isn't overly difficult.) We carry with us warm clothing -- this ain't no sunny Southern California beach -- and a light, perhaps a bit of a nosh, and most importantly a small bottle of bubble blow, with a wand. Gotta have a wand to do magic, right?
Then we dance upon the beach like children of the night. Because we're silly.