I'm not a big fan of this holiday. New Year's Eve is one geared around partying, a little drinking, and staying out late. The older I get, the less I care for it. Everyone waits until midnight, shouts "Happy New Year",and then everything winds down within the next half hour.
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I knew that we'd be rushing on New Year's Eve. RQS had to hoof it through Grand Central to make her train. And while on the train, one of her bags slit open. So, when I went to pick her up, I expected to be moving stuff from her broken bag into bags I brought with me. (She'd then take the stuff we brought back to my place and pack it in her luggage.) Instead, she had a backup that kept her bag intact until she could move the contents into another bag she had with her.
Once RQS got her bags in my car, we went out to eat - and got stuffed on Greek food. When we were finished there, we went food shopping and picked up food for the next 3 days. At this point, we were able to go home and stay inside until the ball dropped later in the evening. When we got home, we got comfortable for the night and watched movies until midnight. At that time, we uncorked a bottle of bubbly we got on our recent cruise and toasted the new year.
While hanging out, I sent texts to my friends wishing them a Happy New Year. Most of the people were doing well, save one couple I know. The husband was in the hospital for an emergency surgery. Hopefully, all would go as planned the next day.
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New Year's Day was a day of relaxation. Neither of us went outside - instead we loafed around watching movies and documentaries. It was a Jammie day, something we won't be able to do until we get back from our cruise. And even then, the week we return will be a busy one.
PS: My friend's husband got out of surgery OK. It'll be a while before they travel again, but the worst has (hopefully) past.
