The week leading up to New Year's Eve is always exciting, or depressing, depending on how you look at it. The holiday party hype builds when the invites start popping up in inboxes in November and lasts right through the last glass of mead on Christmas Day. Except, somehow NYE always seems like an after thought.
Then there is that quiet, lazy week at the tail end of the year. I don't know about you, but I usually work half days, marathon my way through entire TV series and eat leftover goose and cake to get through the dark first days of winter while I bask in the glow of my Christmas tree for just a few more days.
Intruding upon that blissful hibernation and recovery from all the Christmas parties, December 30th rolls around and suddenly there's a mad scramble to lock down plans for that one last holiday fete: New Year's Eve.
I've had both of the popular NYE plan archetypes: 1) Staying on the couch and watching a 24 hour marathon of the Twilight Zone and waking up on January 1st with eye pain from the TV and a stomach ache from the snacking, and 2) Attempting/succeeding in partying my ass off and awaking on the first with eye pain from drinking and a stomach ache, also from drinking.
Though both have their own charm this year I committed to plans in advance, saving me from the mad scramble of finding something "epic" to do and just letting me relax and prep my hors d'ouvres in peace (the latkes were perfect in case you were wondering). Maybe I'm growing up, but I called my boyfriend weeks before Christmas and said, "This year, we are deciding on NYE plans early." And instead of forgetting, I actually did it. Miraculous.
So, Meghan and Nardo had a party. It was intimate; And by that I mean there was a lot of man on man beard scratching. Everyone was dressed up in their nice clothes and we went down to Long Beach where Nardo lives to party our way in 2013.
Me and Rich celebrating the New Year and being together for exactly 2 years at midnight
Not a bad way to meet 2013. Did you do anything fun?