While growing up New Year’s Eve was always pretty mild. My parents did not go out. One of my aunts and uncles would come over with their two kids. While our parents would play cards and talk we kids would play with our toys or watch cartoons. At midnight we got kisses and sent to bed after a glass of sparkling apple juice.
So the first New Year’s Eve on my own was quite a shock. We were ringing out 1999 and ringing in 2000. I spent it with my boyfriend and his friends. People were coming and going from the house, we rented the upstairs. It seemed that every person except me was drinking. (I don’t drink, so I was made the designated driver).
Music blared, drinks were spilled, people were yelling. Then before midnight people were getting sick. As soon as the ball dropped I went to bed. I didn’t see the appeal in drinking, everyone looked miserable.
I have not celebrated a New Year’s Eve in that fashion since then. I found out that night that I would much rather have a quiet evening with family. I enjoy board games, movies, and apple juice.
Have you ever celebrated a holiday that was different than what you were used to?