New Year’s Eve—a time for
celebration and resolutions. I’m
not really big on both. The only
resolution I half-heartedly think about is more exercise, but that never happens
on a consistent basis. Going out
on New Year’s is usually an early dinner and a movie with friends. My wife and I just got tired of
allowing establishments the excuse of it being New Year’s Eve to charge shameful
sums for a night out. I remember
years ago when we went to a New York bar, paid an outrageous entry fee, and
were simply given a flimsy paper party hat, a low cost metallic noisemaker, and
two drink coupons. That was
it. Happy New Year. It was the last night we allowed
ourselves to be ripped off on New Year’s.
This year we were getting together
with four other neighborhood couples at a friend’s house for dinner. The gathering was small, mellow, and enjoyable. We talked. We laughed. We
were engaged, playfully arguing with each other, dissecting points and
counterpoints as well as bringing up the frivolous and trivial (I admit I was
the one spouting Twilight Zone minutiae in honor of the SyFy channel’s TZ
weekend marathon).
So, my first series of
correspondence this month went to everyone that attended the soiree. I wanted my friends to know how delightful
it was to be together and be able to prattle away the night. Nothing forced. Just catching up, joking, dining on a scrumptious
meal, and discussing real issues and concerns. I wrote how we have very few opportunities to gather
socially. At this stage of our
lives we are all so constantly busy, running from here to there, trying to
catch up with what life throws at us.
Of course, at this stage we all departed before the midnight hour. Maybe next year we’ll incorporate a
slumber party to the New Year’s festivities.
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