Monday, January 7, 2013

New Year's Eve - Entry #27

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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