Forgot: “We’re on the West Coast, so we watch the live feed of NYC NYE, drink at 9PM, asleep by 10PM, up the next morning to watch The Tournament of Roses Parade at 8AM.”
I don’t dislike New Year’s Eve. I won’t stay up for it, though. I intensely disliked working New Year’s Eve when I worked overnights at a hotel. Partially because of drunk, stupid people but also partially because I tended to be single at that point in the year and nothing sucks like being single with your friends elsewhere and working by yourself as others are partying and having fun.
I did, however, once throw an impromptu NYE party which has legendary memories for most involved. It’s where I first kissed Mrs. Hoffman … after my dad kissed her first, along with all the other females present.
When my kids were little we had a tradition of watching a Sesame Street video (New Years around the world or something) and then at 9 we would go outside and yell and set off confetti popper thingies and then go back inside and go to bed.
My family is getting together this weekend and I’m pretty sure I’ll be in my hotel room asleep at midnight.
Over the years, we’ve done a bunch of different things for NYE.
From small gatherings at our house (one or two other couples) to larger groups (15-20 people total). To doing the same thing at a friend’s house.
We’ve gone out to a bar or restaurant a couple times.
Or a big house party where there was a band. The biggest one probably was at Bon Jovi’s house which is about 2 miles from my house–we are contributors to his charity, and did some volunteer work at his restaurant.
A few times we just stayed home, occasionally staying up to midnight.
This year, just going next door. Us and them and a few kids.