The first time I was able to stay up to actually ring in the New Year I thought that it was the best possible way to celebrate. I stayed up with my grandmother and we watched the ball drop on TV. When you’re seven years old you have different standards for fun.
A few years later my mother threw a New Year’s Eve party, which became the new best way to celebrate even if it took me a while to get into it.
The first time I had New Year’s Eve plans that didn’t involve my family was also the first time I touched boobs and didn’t have to pretend it was an accident. In retrospect the boob touching was only the second best thing to happen that night, the best part was hearing The Replacements “Let It Be” in it’s entirety for the first time. The Replacements and boobs immediately became the gold standard for celebrations and it remained so for many years. I hoped that these things would be a part of every New Year’s Eve party but only the Replacements made it back the following year. Still, that’s not too bad.
In the years since my feeling about New Year’s Eve have wavered, some years I was excited and other years I couldn’t care. Honestly, I usually didn’t feel like celebrating…until last year. Last year, I finally had something to celebrate because I had found the person to celebrate with. This is officially, today and and forever the best was to celebrate New Year’s Eve.
Tonight, with some friends we’re celebrating the end of a very good year and the start of a new one. At some point I’ll probably play The Replacements and maybe try to work in some other holiday traditions but the important thing is that the person who made me want to celebrate in 2006 is the reason that 2007 was the best year I could have possibly had. Together we’ll send 2007 into history and then try to make 2008 even better.
Here we are last year, very early in the night.