I’ve never been big on the New Year celebrations, well, at least not in the way that most people appear to be.  From 1978-1993 I spent every New Year at ski camp in Maine.  We rarely stayed up until midnight.  Instead, we would have a big countdown to the new year at dinner with the kids.  Who else is celebrating and hooting and hollering about the New Year occurring somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic?  It was great.  Good friends, good times and snow, you can’t beat that.  Even the years when there wasn’t a lot of snow, there were the good friends.  The friends I made at camp are still my closest friends.  We may not see each other for years, but when we do, look out.

One year (sometime after camp had ended) the BF and I went out on New Year’s Eve.  Part of me was curious as to what all the hullabaloo was about.  We spent 5 times the usual cover charge to go to one of our favorite clubs to see a favorite band.  Other than the plastic glass of crappy champagne at midnight and twice the number of (drunken) people on the dance floor, it was no different than our usual weekend outing.  Silly.

The last several years the New Year has been celebrated quietly with friends.  We gather for a late dinner and then head outside for a bonfire at midnight.  More good times with good friends.2006  Sometimes, we get snow.

May your new year be filled with good times and good friends.  Thanks for stopping by.


~ by Kat on December 31, 2005.

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