I know you’ll be envious of my New Year’s Eve plans. Believe me, I’m not trying to gloat, but I’m betting very few of you are being treated to the year-end excitement I am tonight.
Our evening started about 4:30, dropping Catherine at a friend’s house party. Then we got our own party started with a quick trip to Home Depot for new ceiling lights for the bathroom. We were giddy with excitement getting through the checkout as the store was closing for the night.
Next, dinner at a neighborhood restaurant down the block from our house. Being that it was still happy hour, we were able to get their terrific wood-burning oven pizzas for $5 apiece (I’m worth it, natch), plus we went a little crazy and ordered an appetizer.
Unlike last year, when we got dressed up and ate New Year’s Eve dinner at a fancy steakhouse (read about that here), we are keeping things casual.
Still, we were uber-fashionable. I was resplendent in jeans, a turtleneck and fleece pullover worn with my Land’s End All-Weather Mocs. Basil, too, wore denim with a gray cotton sweater. Both of us were well accessorized with straggler pine needles from our afternoon effort of getting the Christmas tree out of the house and down to the beach to await the mulcher.
Except for a couple of businessmen on their way home from work and a female bar fly trying to get their attention like it was still 1982, the restaurant was a haven for young families getting their party on before the kids’ bedtime.
Well, there was one woman who must be headed out on the town later. She was in a black lace dress and black striped hose with red pumps that were several inches too tall for her walking skills.
Anyway, here it is 7 pm, and I’m safely tucked in my PJs, ready to brew a cup of tea and tuck back into the latest Michael Connelly book. Basil’s still in his jeans, because, well, he’s got to get Catherine in a few hours. It’ll be my job to wake him up from his post on the couch in time to make the trip.
Once upon a time, we’d have danced tonight away, gathered with friends to mark the occasion or put some other kind of exclamation point on the last day of the year. Somehow, for this year’s many challenges, this quiet evening seems much more fitting.
However you choose to mark the calendar’s change, I hope it sets the stage for a happy 2013.