We’re boring - I honestly can’t recall the last time we were even awake to ring in the new year, let alone out in the world among people. I don’t enjoy being around drinkers, I don’t like loud music, I don’t like crowds, so NYE isn’t for me. My husband and I watch TV and generally crash long before midnight.
Anyone else equally dull? Or are you all party animals?? Do tell…
Gets noisy around here so if I’m not already asleep I will not be trying to get to sleep. However nothing exciting will be happening. I’ll be home alone perhaps watching Netflix or reading a book.
One or another of our friends usually has a party. In the past, my mother has babysat the kid, but this year we finally have enough kids in the community that the party will have a kids’ party in the basement, which is nice.
For the last few years, sleeping. Unfortunately, as I’m not going to be on the west coast for the first time in my life, I don’t get to cheat by watching the New York countdown at 9pm.
I’ll be happy to not be awakened by celebratory fireworks or gunfire at midnight, though.
My sister and my mom are members of the VFW by virtue of my late dad’s service, so they’re going to the hall near Mom’s for the post’s party… which is scheduled to end at midnight:30! Them’s some party animals!!
There is a Japanese tradition called “osoji,” the idea of which involves starting the new year “free and clean.” Apart from some ceremonial aspects, it involves a top-to-bottom cleaning and decluttering of the house so that you start the new year with all of your affairs in order. We don’t partake of the ceremonial bits, but we do clean the house pretty aggressively: bathroom gets scrubbed all over, whole house gets vacuumed, we dust in places that haven’t been dusted in about a year, toss the accumulated magazines that we finally admit we’re never going to read, file the accumulated pile of bills and financial documents, and gather up accumulated junk to haul off to Salvation Army. Some of this work started last weekend, but tomorrow we’ll both be off of work; after starting the day with a nice restaurant breakfast together, we’ll spend a good part of the day attacking the house. After it’s all done, we’ll cook a nice dinner at home, then spend a quiet evening together, probably watching a movie. We do stay up a little past midnight, watching festivities on TV from maybe 11:30 onward. Our Tivo unit has two tuners, so we can flip back and forth between two channels, pausing each as needed, so that we can take in events from two different broadcasters. At the appropriate moment we’ll crack open a cute little bottle of Moet & Chandon to celebrate.
The last time I did anything nuts for NYE was at the turn of the millennium, when I was on the national mall in Washington, DC with immense crowds, so BTDT. These days Times Square is entertaining to see on TV, but I have absolutely no desire to be there, freezing my ass off, waiting in line for porta-potties, paying outrageous prices for restaurants, and standing for hours and hours until my legs and back scream for a bed.
Back in the day (i.e. NYE 2010 and before), we used to go to NYE parties and have a good time. With the birth of our son in 2011 and the second one in 2014, we’ve been a combination of too tired and unwilling to get a babysitter just to hang out past midnight and have a few drinks.
Typically nowadays, we just put the kids to bed and make a sort of on-couch date night out of it and polish off a bottle of champagne between the two of us, watch a movie and eat snacks, and go to bed at like 12:15 - 12:30.
Friends might come over and share a bottle of bubbly with us and a few snacks. Or they might not since the wife is not well. We will turn the TV on around 11:45, watch the ball drop and then they will leave and we will go to bed. If the friends don’t come over it will be much the same without them.
The last two or three years I’ve been at home by myself, totaling up Death Pool entries. It’s New Year’s Day that my family spends more or less together. My mom has open house, we watch the Rose Bowl parade, snack on food that’s out, and then watch the Rose Bowl game itself.
Pretty much this. We’ll be grilling something, watching Netflix, and having a few glasses of wine before normal bedtime.
The only thing unique is being awakened by asswipe neighbors with fireworks. (It’s illegal to set them off here. But as I’ve demonstrated before, it is quite legal for me to conduct skillsaw intensive fence repair near their window the next morning. I like to start around 7:00 am, and might have to use the generator this year. Darn those misplaced extension cords. )
I will probably be finalising my Death Pool list (I’m only half way done at the moment). There are supposed to be fireworks in town at midnight, but while the forecast is for overcast with no rain, that’s likely to change.
Not sure yet. There’s a house party I’ve gone to for the last decade or so. It’s slowly gone from being a kinda crazy to being a bunch of married couples talking about their kids. I’m still single, and not a kid person. The few people at the party that I actually hang out with the rest of the year are stranded on flights elsewhere.
I might go downtown with some other people. Or just treat it like I did Christmas - pretty much ignore it, then go on with life.
We’ll be celebrating our annual Appy New Year with the kids, in which we eat copious amounts of appetizers for dinner. We’ll then do a countdown at around 8:30 for the kids and send them off to bed.
My wife and I will watch Netflix until about 11:45, at which point we’ll switch over to network TV, watch some toothy pretty boy blather about stuff for about 14 minutes and 50 seconds, watch the ball drop, kiss, and go to bed.
After a simple dinner of wine, cheese and caviar, we’ll likely end up sitting in the living room enjoying an aperitif, and the heading to bed at 11 or so. I doubt we’ll be awake at midnight.
My Scottish Terrier had half of her toe bit off (and then amputated) a couple of weeks ago. We are to remove the e-collar on Thursday, so that’s how we’re going to celebrate the new year - by ceremoniously taking the collar off the dog so she can lick her poor paw in peace.