Well, folks, we are wrapping up another year. Time is really flying by. It seems like it was just yesterday that I was 18, driving around with my cousin trying to find something to do for NYE…at 1130pm. Clearly we weren’t planners, and I even fell asleep in the back seat before the clock struck midnight. Party on, Wayne!
This year I’ll be ringing in the new year with…wait for it…my grandmother. My how times have changed. Don’t worry, I’m not at all regretful of how this year will end. I’ve been thinking of my past new year’s celebrations and I’ve had a lot of good ones. I’ve had some pretty shitty ones, but for the most part they have been good.
My ex-husband, whom I was with for more than seven years, took NYE very seriously. All I ever had to do was find something to wear and he took care of everything else. We spent NYE in Chicago, Cleveland, Los Angeles and Amsterdam just to name a few.
The worst NYE we ever spent was in New Orleans. It was ridiculously cold. So cold we had to raid the local drug store for gloves and scarves. I’ll never forget standing in Jackson square at the stroke of midnight. It began to snow. And while everyone was cheering with glee, I was simply pissed.
The best NYE ever was spent in London. Ex-husband was big into house music and UK Garage (as was I) so we headed to the min.istry of sound, a huge club. We partied our asses off and were champagne wasted. I seriously don’t recall ever dancing that much in my life.
Yep, I have a lot memories of New Year’s past. It’s going to be interesting to see how they play out during this next phase of my life. I envision lots of rya.n sea.crest and sparkling cider.
What are some of your most memorable NYE?