I've never been a fan of NYE. I always felt that if I wasn't wearing a sparkly dress at some glitzy party, then I was totally failing at New Years, and the new year would be the worst year of my life and all hell would break loose. Rational, no? I'm so level headed sometimes. But I had a string of disappointing New Years Eves as a teenager and into my 20s. For starters, I never wore a sparkly dress and went to a glitzy party.
I did go to some parties, though. I remember going to one in high school, and it was miserable. I was the lone freshman among a bunch of juniors. I don't remember what happened that night (not because I was drinking, it was just a long time ago), but I went home and cried to my mom in my Paul Frank pajamas. The next year I spent NYE on a charter bus in the middle of Atlanta after performing in the halftime show for the Peach Bowl. I'll admit, that was kind of fun. But I think it was more fun because we were finally leaving Atlanta. One week in a hotel with fellow high school girls was enough to make me come unglued.
One of my more memorable NYEs was my senior year of high school. I was with the same crowd as the party my freshman year, but they were in college and I was dating one of them, so it was a little better. In fact, the guy I was dating hosted the party. The one memory that sticks out more than anything else that night is when I got to his house, and I found him and his best friend blasting Spice Girls in the kitchen and singing along while making no bake cookies. The night somehow ended with me discussing the intricacies of music theory with a girl I had never met before. It was weird.
The next NYE was one of my favorites. I decided that day to throw my own little party. It's the time I hid from midget stalker in the grocery store. Here's a picture from that night that most of you have seen before. But this duck face needs to be seen again. You're welcome.
Nothing special happened for the next few years. NYE 2010 was spent reading an Amish book by myself because my friends had failed to invite me to their respective parties. It was a low moment after a rough year. I was asleep by midnight.
2012 was sent off with flannel pajamas, my mom's hot artichoke dip, and an 80s music jam session in my parents' living room.We cheered and toasted at 10:30 and went to bed. And you know what? It was perfect. No dresses, no parties, no makeup, no fireworks. Call me elderly, but I loved it.
And if that doesn't make you think I'm elderly, then the fact that I spend the first day of 2013 knitting by the fireplace will. I've missed knitting. It's the perfect thing to do when The Holiday is playing and there's over a foot of snow outside.
If I learned anything from 2012, it's that I love nothing more than low key, calm life. And now I will embrace that.