New Year’s Eve in my 20s was always a good time. It was something my husband and I would look forward to. We would plan ahead with friends and make reservations. I’d find a fun outfit and we would hit the town. Ten of us friends would usually end up at Oki, a hibachi style Japanese restaurant. We would have so much fun and laugh so hard that our faces would be covered in tears. Some would have one too many Geisha Girl cocktails, maybe a little sake, but it was always a great time.
As we all started buying homes, the parties ended up being house parties. Staying up till midnight was easy. Glitter, noise-makers, and champagne. No complaning of the cheap aluminum foil tiara was digging into the side of my head. We rung in the New Year right. Then sending text messages to your friends, hitting one number multiple times just to get to the correct letter.
Fast-forward… we had kids. The huge New Years game changer. This is what 11PM on New Year’s Eve looks like…
Honestly, I don’t even mind it. I don’t want to get decked out and go to a restaurant with a 7pm reservation and not be seated until 9pm. I’m all set. I want to wear my oh-so-glamorous sweats, put my kids to bed, have a beer, and then turn in before the ball drops. We’ve had opportunities to take our kids to friends’ houses and ring in the New Year family style, but who wants to have their kids on the road with all the drunken idiots out there? We just stay home.
Now this year, my parents have offered to take the kids for the night. I haven’t a clue on what to do. It’s too late to make a dinner reservation…and trufully I don’t want to. We could go to our friend’s house and take part in the family style New Years Eve and feel guilty that we are sans kids. Maybe I’ll just make a nice dinner and actually get to eat while it’s still hot and not get interrupted 5 times with requests for more bread and butter, chocolate milk, or cucumbers. Maybe I might throw on that little black dress with all of the martinis embroidered on it. Seriously, I don’t know what to do. Part of me wants to embrace this opportunity and part me wants to kick my husband’s butt in Wii bowling and go to bed early.
My how things have changed.
Happy New Year Everyone!