I've never been crazy about New Year's Eve. I've always had a better time with a small gathering of friends than I've ever had at a huge party or event. Last year Hubby and I went to a local (ie casual) bar for a while, and that seemed so exotic and exciting after years of pregnant and new mother New Year's Eves.
1n 1998, I sat in my apartment in Seattle with my now ex-husband. We watched TV (so we could avoid talking to each other) and drank cheap champagne.
In 1999, I was Amsterdam for New Year's Eve. I was newly divorced and in a foreign country with an old friend and a few of her friends. It was a blast. Though the Dutch penchant for throwing firecrackers everywhere at the stroke of midnight freaked me out a little. But it was great. We were at a bar where we'd quickly become regulars and it was so relaxed and fun.
In 2000, I went to a snotty party at a trendy club in Kansas City. I was with two new friends, aggressively single women who were determined to score midnight kisses from hot guys. One of the friends got so attached to her hot guy that they disappeared. The rest of us had to search for them. Which is how I spent that New Year sitting by the hot guy's hotel pool, surrounded by essential strangers, waiting for my friend to wake up so I could take her home.
"I want to party like it's 1999" is more than just a Prince song to me.
4 comments:
I will be asleep before 11 pm. I am awesome.
I'm with AndreAnna. I'll be in bed early. For my 1999 was my first married one where hub protected the house from the Y2K meltdown with a gun. Fun times.
Yours? Sounds great.
I've never really been a New Year's Eve party-er.
Oh, and 1999? I had to be at work at 6 a.m. on New Year's Day to make sure our Y2K preparations had paid off. Fabulous.
I will be asleep before 11 pm. I am awesome.
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