I hear singles complain about Valentine’s Day every year, but in love or out, it never really bothered me all that much. New Year’s Eve is the holiday that’s been my bane. Single or married, in love or out, come January 31st, Id rather be someone else.
Then nineteen years ago, I thought my New Year’s Eve disappointments had come to an end. My boyfriend at the time threw a New Year’s Eve Party and at midnight popped the question. I said yes, expecting that every New Year’s Eve after that would be a marvelous celebration. The marriage has been great, but New Year’s Eve still isn’t the most stellar night of my year.
Don’t get me wrong. I know my blessings. I’m happily married, have friends and family, live in a great home, have a car – and the list goes on and on. However, don’t use me as a template for celebrating New Year’s Eve. Usually we just stay home. Staying at home with Bill is better than staying at home by myself, but we do stay home and have a nice evening most of the year. Staying at home and having a nice time on New Year’s Eve is a little redundant.
We’ve gone out before, never to one of those over-priced drink-a-thon bashes, but we’ve made some forays into celebrating away from home. I can think of a few very pleasant experiences, but we were always safely home in time to watch the ball drop on TV. Last year we got really adventuresome. We took the DART train to downtown Dallas to give that extravaganza a shot, but just as the train pulled into the station we were informed that Victory Square was full to capacity. We did walk around a bit, but were soon back on the train, returning to North Dallas. Perhaps if we’d been as drunk as the other occupants of the train it might have been more enjoyable.
This year we’re doing something a little different. At 9:45 we have reservations for four at one of the upscale restaurants in The Shops at Legacy. My best friend and her husband are joining us. Perhaps we’ve landed on the perfect compromise between an extravagant boozefest and sitting at home watching the crystal ball. What will you be doing?