I suppose it's a milestone...maybe a sign of someone getting older...I don't know, because it's so foreign to me. ( Not the "getting older" part- the following is foreign to me.
For the first time in 43 years, New Year's Eve found me at home with my husband, alone. No disco balls, no fancy menu, no loud energetic crowd. Just the two of us. And I surprised myself with being happy with that. We have always "gone out" for the notorious party night but this year, we were content to stay in.
For so many years, we worked on dance committees that had us having as much fun getting ready for the big night, as we did the night itself. The school cafeteria would be transformed into a beautiful venue. Bands or DJs kept us moving (and the alcohol made us less inhibited, of course.)
There was a year when we prepared dinner for another couple. It was when we had wee, little ones and it was easier to just let the kids have at it, instead of the adults. But other than that night, we were "out". There were a few New Year's Eves that had us going a bit more "upscale", to reception halls. The same group of friends, enjoying each other, delicious food and again, the alcohol. Some years, the food and drink was provided by friends, in their basements, for a more intimate, less rowdy night. A few years, we even rented our own hall and partied on.
Those days of partying had us lining up baby sitters months in advance.... finding the perfect outfit to wear...taking longer-than -usual to get ready...(I remember one year, I even donned fake eyelashes! What was THAT about?) I don't remember one year when we didn't have the best time!
Those were great nights...wonderful memories. But you know what? Being with the most important person in my life, alone, was alright, too. The clock still struck midnight, the new year still began and life is still good. Happy New Year, everyone!
P.S. And am I feeling better (less hung-over, less tired) than 80% of you partiers? Yep, life is good.
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