After having spent the day cleaning the house, I fondly greet some close family friends who have come to celebrate the New Year with my parents. Maura and Helene rush out the door to one adventure or another and I walk to the bookshelf to see if there's anything to occupy me until midnight. Failing to find something to read, I walk to the living room where I drink shirley temples, eat brie, and watch the television with my parents and their guests. Periodically I receive a text from a friend from school or the boyfriend-unit to which I send enthusiastic replies. Once the brie runs out I am sent to the kitchen to heat some more up and grab crackers. By the time midnight hits, I am in the living room, watching the ball drop on tv. My dog is sitting on my lap, generously letting his white fur shed all over my black tank, and I kiss him on the forehead to ring in 2009. Maura and Helene finally get home, and we rush downstairs to watch "The Newsies."
As I was writing the "reality of new year's" I cheered up a bit. It all sounds very cozy - shirley temples and brie cheese and ringing in the New Year's with my parents who I only see now for less that 4 months out of the year. And both stories end with showtunes, which makes me infinitely happy. What's your DREAM New Year's eve celebration? What do you expect the reality of your night to be? Dish, darlings, dish.