G'nu Year's Eve

New Years.....blah. It's the only holiday that I'm bah-humbug over. I don't really care that it's new year. Sure I've gone to new years parties and celebrated, but I don't really see the big deal. Not to sound all frou frou hippie-like, but I get more excited over waking up to a new day each morning than to get blitzed-out drunk and go "Woo hoo" over a new year.

My parents do celebrate it quite well though. Every year they have a giant G'nu Year's Party that involves close to 30 or more of family and friends. I remember as a kid they would push the dining room table over to the wall and use a tablecloth so big that when it was draped over it created a hide-out for me to sit under. I would hide there with our dog (if she wasn't stowed away in the basement or kitchen) and watch and listen to the grown-ups partying. It was dark and peaceful admist the antics that were surrounding me. Just before midnight we would all stampede into the kitchen and raid the cupboards for pots, pans, wooden spoons or anything that would make noise. We would then run out to the porch and countdown the last ten seconds of the year and then make one heck of a ruckuss.

When I have children I will show them that New Year's is a good time to let loose and celebrate, but for now I'm just going to try to not fall asleep before 11:30.