Through the many that we’ve known each other, my husband and I have celebrated in myriad ways.
There were the those years, closer to the dark ages, when we attended some sort of fancy dinner and dance and rang in the New Year with a swig of champagne and a smoldering kiss. Please don’t dwell on the dress. I borrowed it from a friend and, at the time, thought it looked swell. Not really sure how it stayed up.
Other years, we’ve celebrated with friends. On this particular occasion, we got together with friends from our church. You know we were a rockin’ crowd. I think board games were involved. (Still friends with all of them. Must’ve been good board games!)
But the last two years, we’ve celebrated with my mother, father, and still-eligible younger brother. Because, you know, nothing says New Year’s Eve like hanging out with the family. And playing homemade Pictionary.
Yep, ladies, he’s still available. If you are looking for a fine young man who works a lot, golfs a lot, and is willing to play Pictionary with his nephews on NYE, he could be yours!
They got it!!
Even though it wasn’t a crazy night out on the town, things did get a little crazy on my parents deck. I think the neighbors especially appreciated the banging of the pan lids. It’s a lovely family tradition that I’m sure we’ll carry on through the ages. My grandchildren, no doubt, will think it’s a thing all normal families do on New Year’s Eve. God bless ’em.
Happy 2009. Here’s to nights on the town, nights with family and friends, and boys who haven’t yet ditched us for their friends on this night.