A New Year’s Eve Celebration to End All New Year’s Eve Celebrations

2 Jan

Yesterday, my old college roommate sent a text saying that it has been 26 years since the greatest New Year’s Eve party of all time. It was held at our apartment, and I am certain that, in the past quarter of a century, the apartment complex has not seen anything else like it. I will not recount the specifics of the gathering. Just know that none of have forgotten any of it.

After that text, I thought about how I have spent some of the other New Year’s Eves.New Year

There was the one that my future wife and I spent in a swanky private club in Nashville.

There was the one at SeaWorld in Orlando, Florida.

There was also the one in the downtown streets of Phoenix, Arizona with the same old college roommate.

Oh yeah, there was also the one spent in a Waffle House in north Georgia.

I almost forgot about the one on Waikiki Beach in Honolulu, Hawaii.

There was also the one when I had the flu.

A lot of New Year’s Eves have come and gone. Some of them have been memorable. Some of the have been forgotten. Some of them have been fun. Some of the have been miserable. However, my favorite New Year’s Eve was a few night ago.

My stepdaughter had a couple of friends over. We had homemade pizza and took selfies. They danced and sang. I slipped off and watched the end of The Magnificent Seven and the beginning of Wyatt Earp, but nothing could keep me away from the fun. We watched the ball drop in New York and the musical note drop in Nashville.

It was a great night spent with people I love. Is there a better way to start the new year?



9 Responses to “A New Year’s Eve Celebration to End All New Year’s Eve Celebrations”

  1. sittingpugs January 3, 2016 at 00:50 #

    Another entry that could be a movie or even a play a la Tennessee Williams dialogue but with less brooding. Literally, I rang in the New Year putting on a jacket..to head up to higher concrete ground to see some fireworks. The first ten minutes of the New Year was spent with strangers and a stairwell. One stranger and I both gave each other a fright as I was passing a door at the exact moment he opened it. He wished me a Happy New Year, but as I opened my mouth to speak, no sound came out.

    • Rick January 3, 2016 at 04:12 #

      That would make a great story. You should write it.

      • sittingpugs January 3, 2016 at 04:40 #

        I was thinking the same thing after I’d hit the submit button. My throat has been sore for a few days and my voice isn’t all there — hence the no sound coming out. I’ll link back to this post when the story takes shape.

  2. Marilyn Armstrong January 3, 2016 at 01:56 #

    No better way … and we watched the same movies 🙂 Happy New Year.

    • Rick January 3, 2016 at 04:12 #

      Great minds run together.

  3. jcalberta January 5, 2016 at 19:00 #

    U can’t be alone on New Year’s .. or Christmas. I’ve tried it.
    Have a good one Rich !

    • Rick January 5, 2016 at 19:59 #


      • jcalberta January 5, 2016 at 21:40 #

        I meant Rick … typo.


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