Well, it's New Year's Eve. Typically, I don't do much on this night since I've never been a party person and I've never had a desire to join my sister (who lives in New York) in Times Square. Seriously, I just don't see a point in being crushed in the midst of thousands while having minimal access to a restroom, watching mediocre performances by soon-to-be-forgotten pop singers, and putting myself at risk for a contagious disease by standing near a stranger who will try to kiss me at midnight.
|(Photograph by Jim Vecchione from the Workbook Stock Collection/Getty)|
Before the age of 30, all I did on New Year's Eve was stay at home in my pajamas and, if I were still up, share a hug or a glass of sparkling apple cider with my mother before heading back to bed. Once, I attended a "watch night" service at church after it was hyped by clergy members as THE must-see event of the season. Turns out, it was just like any other service... only later at night. Needless to say, I haven't attended one since.
For the past three years, me and a single girlfriend have made a habit of going to dinner (usually at The Cheesecake Factory) and now it's become our quasi-annual tradition. Sometimes, we invite a third single gal along and we just sit and chat and stuff our faces until the restaurant closes. Since one of the other two is currently on travel, the celebration has been postponed until tomorrow...
which means that tonight, I'll be cracking open the fizz.
May your New Year's Eve be joyous, safe, and full of those you love.