It's finally here! It's New Year's Eve, my favorite night of the year.
Though we’ve been married for almost four years, my love for New Year's Eve is one thing about me hubster simply cannot understand. New Year’s Eve is my favorite holiday. “Better than my birthday,” I always say. And so this day must be celebrated with dinner, dancing, drinks and good music. It must be celebrated with the drunken strangers I hug at midnight, my closest friends and my parents. In fact, every year I call my parents after midnight to wish them a happy new year, even if that means hunkering down in a disgusting public restroom so they can hear me. And one of the text messages you receive in several, “HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” will probably be from me.
For many people Christmastime is a season full of magic and hope. Well, that’s exactly what New Year’s Eve is for me. In lieu of making New Year’s resolutions, each December I dream up adventures for the coming year. Like a child writing a list of all she hopes Santa will bring her, I’ve spent the past few weeks drafting a ridiculously long list of aspirations (99 to be exact) for 2010. I know I won’t accomplish all of these goals; I never do. But each December 31 everything within me believes that I can. Today is no different. I'm so excited for 2010 I could pop. Today and every New Year’s Eve I really feel like I can do anything. December 31 is a night of magic, a day of dreams, and that’s why it’s my favorite holiday.