It’s going to be another “pajama-themed” new year celebration, but honestly that’s ok. Even if there was no pandemic, going out on the busiest night of the year can be overrated. In years past, I remember mostly getting drunk and/or stoned, singing off-key and waiting a long, long time for a taxi cab. January 1 was then spent nursing a horrific hangover for the entire day. The only exceptions were the years-2004 and 2005. Those were some crazy, awesome New Years, mostly because those were the years I met my husband and we became serious. Yes, I’m a romantic sap, so sue me!
But when you get older and hopefully wiser, or at least more weary of hangovers, you realize that it’s better to just stay home. No need to squeeze into tights and a dress, no freezing your ass off, no fighting with a cab company that just hangs up on you when you’ve been waiting an hour. (True story) Plus, parties can be crazy awkward, especially ones where you don’t know anyone. I’ve been to a couple where I am literally an outlier, fake smile on my face, drink in hand while I desperately try and pierce one of the small enclosed groups that dot someone’s house or apartment. I’m very lucky though, I have a partner and family, so I don’t need to find someone-anyone-to kiss when the clock strikes midnight. At home or somewhere else, I’m good.
To anyone reading this, I hope you also have someone-partner, child, friend, family member-in which to ring in the new year and I wish you all the best for 2022!