“We can just do nothing for New Year’s Eve, right?” I asked Mike cautiously the other day.
He gave me a stunned look and an emphatic “YES.” (In this relationship, one of us is an extrovert and the other is an introvert. Any guesses as to which is which?)
It’s not that I don’t like to celebrate. I like champagne, I like parties, I love foil tiaras and noisemakers. But New Year’s Eve has never been my favorite holiday. There’s too much pressure to have the best night ever. Plus, midnight is pretty late. (I know. I know.)
So, as I prepare to finish writing my sermon, I thought I’d take a look at some of my more memorable New Year’s Eves. Join me:
The year Mike and I, engaged to be married, visited Minnesota. We ate supper at 5, saw a movie at 7 (the last show of the night), and were sitting in his parents’ living room by 9, listening to the sounds of both parents and one brother snoring on their respective recliners. (Are you impressed that one family has three recliners in their living room? Because I totally was. )
The year that I tried to celebrate with three college friends and one high school friend, at my childhood home. I will say the food was fabulous. The combination of friends was . . . not ideal. This night was a harbinger of the many awkward groups I would gather around myself in the college dining hall, and the first time I learned the lesson that Not Everyone Who Is Friends with You Will Want to Be Friends with Each Other.
The year I actually went out on the town. I wore my most fabulous, most uncomfortable shoes. I drank a little too much and got champagne spilled on me. I waited with increasing crankiness until someone else was ready to leave. My favorite part of the night was when I got home, put my feet up, watched Sex and the City, and ate leftover mac and cheese.
The year we had a party and no one came. We invited a bunch of friends, almost all of whom were out of town. Saddest. Evite. Ever. In fact, it’s not true that no one came: our dear friends Susan and Judy did, and the four of us had a lovely evening of eating, board games, and champagne.
The year my friends got married! Obviously, this was the best. Mike and I got dressed up, went to a wedding, and stayed at the reception until probably 12:05 AM. There was great food, very impressive dancing, and a good time was had by all. If I could always go to a wedding on New Year’s Eve, I would love this holiday.
So, if you’re doing something festive tonight, raise a glass or blow a foil noisemaker for me. If you’re doing something cozy, eat some comfort food for me. And if you, too, are finishing your sermon, let’s pool our resources so we can get to bed sooner!
Wherever you go and whatever you do, have a wonderful (and safe and healthy) time. Happy New Year!