It’s New Year’s Eve again. From year to year it may find us anywhere, and with anyone. We celebrate with an “end of an era” attitude, as we sum up our year and move forward with a clean slate. We like that sort of thing.
In my earliest memories New Year’s Eve was a night of challenge, barely keeping my eyes open until the midnight hour. The evening was always spent at home, and mostly consisted of family, snacks- and at least once, a toboggan ride at midnight. It has evolved only slightly over the decades. As I got older, New Year’s Eve became an ideal opportunity for sleepovers. Movies, Truth or Dare….maybe some prank phone calls. And staying up all night was easy.
New Year’s took a turn toward romance during my teenage years. Maybe it’s that cliche kiss at midnight, but I have always found New Year’s Eve to be a far better date night than Valentine’s Day. Co-ed parties were the place to be during those high school years, and there can be no early curfew on New Year’s Eve. My first truly passionate kiss happened while ringing in 1991. Which makes sense, since 1991 also goes down in history as my most complicated year in love.
It’s funny how time slips away from us. My first New Year’s Eve as an adult was spent with high school friends in 1994. We were all on break from our new adventures in life, and our different paths were emerging for the very first time. I was in the middle of my wacky year on the road. I documented the evening in a journal I received for Christmas. A journal I will eventually burn. I spent most of the night talking about the new love of my life that I wanted them all to meet. Later they were bridesmaids at our wedding. Continue reading