I just realized a few hours ago that today is New Year’s Eve. Crazy, right? Clearly I’m not much of a New Year’s person. And no, this is not just because I tend to write down the wrong year for months after it changes.
First, New Year’s comes on the heels of the awesomeness that is ThanksgivingChristmas, and it just doesn’t measure up. In terms of food, I’d argue that Thanksgiving is the perfect holiday. Turkey, mashed potatoes, corn, pumpkin pie…all my favorites. I’m not a big Christmas ham fan, but all of the cookies and the presents more than make up for it. And then what does New Year’s Day usually bring? Pork and sauerkraut. Uggg. I didn’t like pork until this year, and slimy, smelly, stringy sauerkraut is possibly the most disgusting food known to man. At least in my region, sauerkraut is believed to bring good luck for the coming year, so my mother always INSISTED that I eat some. It got to the point where she would take a single strand and bury it in my mashed potatoes. She thought she was clever, but my Princess and the Pea pallet would always ferret it out and I would gag and emote dramatically until someone gave me more mashed potatoes.
New Years was also always an unwanted reminder that I’d soon return to school. Now it means that I’ll soon be returning to school AND I really need to finish my planning rightnowlikeyesterday, which is even worse.
I don't think I need to discuss the uselessness of New Year's Resolutions, right?
The Eve was never a big deal to me either, maybe because I’m not much of a binge drinker. Or a champagne drinker, for that matter. I’ve never done any huge New Year’s events, I’ve never seen the big ball/rose/bologna* dropped in person, and I’ve only attended a handful of parties. The HUGE New Years Eve that ushered in the new millennium? I skipped both the parties and the Y2K fever to babysit an infant for free food and $100, which was BANK at the time. (Heck, I would totally still take that deal now. Good thing Y2K didn’t actually happen then though.)
Last year my husband and I actually had a New Years Eve party, and by party I mean that we happened to have a friend staying with us for a few days so the three of us had drinks and cheese and played a game or two while we listened to the excited drunk people cavorting downtown. Definitely the most action packed New Years I’ve had since high school.
I'm getting a little ashamed of my lameness as I write this entry, but this New Year’s Eve will not be anything exciting either, and I’m okay with that. We’ll enjoy some chips and guacamole and a movie and refuse to believe that the year is already over. I’ll be utterly content.
But whether you’re a New Year’s fanatic or more like me, I still wish you a very wonderful New Year’s Eve full of promise for 2011.
*True story. They drop a real 100lb bologna in Lebanon, PA, not far from my hometown. It's the only drop I've ever really wanted to attend. Another Fun Fact: According to Wikipedia, Pennsylvania drops more New Year’s objects than any other state.