One New Year's Eve, while on a break home from college, I got invited to a party about 45 minutes away from my hometown. My brother and I drove down winding roads through sleet and grumbled the whole way.
"This is gonna suck."
"Where the hell is this place?"
"We're never going to be able to get out of here."
"Who's going anyway?"
We ended up at a farm house, complete with horses, in the middle of nowhere. We rolled our eyes at each other, and on the count of three, jumped out of his Jeep and ran inside.
Cheers greeted us. Every Jersey friend I had was in that house. Homemade food covered the kitchen countertops. Jersey bands blasted through the stereo system and people danced in the living room. We drank way too much, sang way too loud and slept four to a bed, sofa or chair.
It was one of the best New Year's Eves I've ever had. And to think I'd been so pessimistic.
But that's the thing about New Year's Eve. All that build up. The "biggest night of the year." Even when you plan something special, it usually entails long lines, high prices and a battle to get home safely.
And when you think it's going to be a great one, it usually disappoints. Then when you think it's going to suck, like that Jersey party, it just might rock.
The trick is to keep it simple. And to not get wrapped up in crazy expectations. So this year, my friend J is hosting a party at H's. She threw it out wide, just a few days ago. So who knows who will or won't come. But it doesn't really matter. At this point, we could have a fun in a cardboard box.
So...what are your plans for the big night?
3 years ago