As I skim over Facebook and Twitter posts, I’m finding that more and more people “stayed in” for New Year’s Eve (unless you’re one of the crazies who stood outside in Times Square or some other freezing cold, wall-to-wall-bodies-stuffed venue). With NYE being our wedding anniversary, and we never seem to think ahead far enough to make reservations for a special weekend somewhere, we stayed in, too. It was nice.
“Seeing the ball drop” in Times Square is less than thrilling for me, mostly because I have to endure all the horrible singing and insipid quasi-celebrity banter to get to it. And by “horrible singing,” I mean Idina Menzel. Oh. My. How could Maureen from Rent/Elphaba from Wicked have fallen so far? Well…that’s a post for another day, when I’m talking about how my own pipes have taken Frank Sinatra Way straight down to Hades.
I hope your New Year’s Eve was fun, or relaxing, or a non-event; whatever you wanted it to be. And my wish for your 2015 is that it’s filled with family and friends and joy. So let’s get started, shall we?
Big hugs from the frozen Midwest. I’m off to forage for some breakfast.