Looking back at the highlights and blooper reels of my life, I am reminded that ushering in the new year, for me, has been part spectator sport, part Olympic competition, and part Sleeping Beauty minus the dwarfs.
I am looking forward to New Year’s Eve. I’m going glitter all the way, pajamas not allowed. 2016’s last meal is still in the planning stage – a gastronomic delight is all I’m sayin’. Cue the oohs and ahhs at a fireworks show in real time and definitely raise a glass at midnight.
When the big ball drops I want to be there, in person, to meet 2017 head on because I’m pretty sure I’ve never met a year like it before. 2017 is going to be different – a mystery date for certain. I don’t trust Ryan Secrest enough to say my 2016/2017 good-byes and hellos via his Times Square birds-eye view. Oh Dick Clark, I miss you my trusted friend. With you as my New Year’s emissary I could kiss my sweetie from the comfort of my bed and be lights out by 12:01am 01/01.
Our 2016 NYE party details are still to be hammered out but what I know for sure is that it’s happening at the beach with Frank. Driving will be limited to a 2 mile radius and I’ll bring the wine. A very exclusive fireworks viewing party will be held at a secret location. If you are one of the lucky few, an Amazon drone is delivering your invitation right now.
New Year’s Day, you can bet your bippie we will be serving up all the good luck and good fortune our plates will hold: black-eyed peas, ham and collards.
