Have I ever told you about my most unfavorite holiday? No?!? Well you are in for a treat, my friends, because TODAY is the day that I’ll reveal my vote for the most disappointing holiday.
New Year’s Eve. Gag. Me.
Am I the only human alive that thinks that New Year’s Eve is the most overrated of all holidays (followed closely by Valentine’s Day-which is a whole ‘nother post in itself)?
Every year, from the age of about 10 or 11 until just a few years ago, I had the highest of high hopes for New Year’s Eve. Oh the festivities! Oh the celebrating! The confetti! Everyone laughing! Everyone having the greatest time ever! The kiss! (The kiss was the most coveted thing from approximately age 18 and on.) Ever the optimist, I was certain that each year would different.
And every year, I was disappointed.
No festivities. Lame celebrations, if there was any celebration at all. Zero confetti (which I realize now is a good thing.) Some people laughing, some people having the greatest time ever. But me? I may have been laughing, but only because I was afraid I’d cry since I was so disappointed.
In movies and TV shows, New Year’s Eve is so built up. It always looks like such a fun and magical time, but never have I once had a magical experience. As a kid, my mom would go to bed on New Year’s extra late…10:00! My dad would nod off watching some horribly boring TV show and suddenly wake up around 11:59 and mumble something about, “happy new year. I’m going to bed.” As a teenager, there was never anything to do. Nobody I hung around with had parties. If we did get together, we didn’t do anything that we couldn’t have done on February 3rd or April 27th. In college, my friends had gone home for the holiday break, and I imagined them all attending formal galas, drinking champagne, and getting kissed by Hottie McHotson at the stroke of midnight while I sat at home, bored out of my ever-loving mind.
The one year I did have a boyfriend (finally!), we went to Kansas City with plans to paint the town red! (Read: pay too much to attend some organized party, get all sweaty in a too-crowded ballroom, and drink waaaaay too much cheap liquor and toast the new year with champagne out of plastic flutes.) My boyfriend being a cheap-ass and unbeknownst to me, planning on breaking up with me, he changed his mind at the last minute. We ended up hanging out at my aunt and uncle’s house then falling asleep before midnight. Fun!!!!!!! Whee!!!!!!! He broke up with me January 3rd.
After meeting Tate, we went to some of our friends’ houses for New Years. They were fun parties, but again, they weren’t anything that we couldn’t have done any time. Nobody dressed up, there were no horns or party hats, everyone crashed on the floor.
Now that we have kids, I don’t think I’ve rung in the new year the past three years. I wouldn’t doubt that this year will be more of the same. I do have super exciting plans to make the Pioneer Woman’s wings and drinking a beer, though. Thrilling, no?
Have you ever had a really terrific New Year’s Eve? What are your plans this year?