My motto for New Year’s. Granted it’s harder to chase a party with a 3 and a 7 year old in tow, but I wish I had figured this out when I was like, um 24. It’s so magical when everything comes together. Everyone is on the same wavelength.
For several years I had lovely dinners at Campanile on New Years with friends. But, the last few years I didn’t go as baby sitting is difficult and I was tired. I started doing East Coast New Years. Countdown at 9pm with a few friends at home and then lights out.
This year was the first in over 30 years that Mark didn’t work New Year’s Eve. I’ve always had to share him with others. So, Mark, Viv, Rex and I went down to Palm Springs and spent a couple of nights in a condo. It was pretty cold down there, but we hiked one day.
We went to the snow via the tram another day. It’s pretty fab that you can go from desert to snow in ten minutes. We learned that our kids are as snow adverse as we are. Two hours were more than enough for all. Phew, was afraid I’d have to pay for skiing one day. Let some other white mom do that.
So, that brings us to New Years. No planning= magic. Or at least managed expectations. Otherwise New Years can be as bleak as Valentine’s day after a break up.
It’s easy to stay at home (or temporary, rented condo home) on New Years when we travel with one of the best chefs. While Rex napped, Mark made a great dinner, anchored by his roast chicken. Vivien and I watched “Empire Strikes Back”. I felt like I was giving her a hit of the pop cultural crack pipe. ”THIS IS THE BEST MOVIE!” I gushed like a pusher.
Viv, “Why is that man in that black case?” Since Star Wars runs through my brain as if it’s my own life it was odd to have to explain Darth Vader.
“Okay, I’m going to pause it. Yoda just said to Obie Wan, ‘there is another’, Bookmark that.”
I asked everyone to say what were the best things about 2012.
“Okay!” everyone went along with me. Mind you, had the kids not been there Mark and I would have been howling “WHAT a F–ing awful year! We closed two businesses. UGH” But, instead I concentrated on the positive, “Kevin being nominated for an Oscar and Leslie’s wedding“.
Then I asked everyone to write down something they wanted to leave behind in ’12. I asked that they stay private and that then we burn them. Everyone was game. I told Rex he could just scribble his down and think it. But, he said he wanted to share.
” I don’t like being in the car on the freeway.” I was sorry he mentioned it because there is scant chance we can go through 2013 without driving on a freeway. If so, what does that do to the pain I want to leave behind in ’12? Maybe I can take more surface streets. My belief in New Years Magic might be challenged.
We went out to the patio and watched the dregs of 2012 quickly burn. I wanted to have a moment to mediate on us leaving our hardships behind. I wanted to allow our collective ritual to digest in our mind.
But, it was really cold and Mark spied the TV,
“Return of the Jedi’ is starting.” They all ran toward the door. As Jabba the hut spoke I interjected, “Hey, didn’t everyone feel good about that leaving behind, burning thing? ” Silence. “That was good, huh?”
Silence as they were focused on trying to get Hans Solo unfrozen.
Princess Leia was in her bikini chained up. ”You know”, I said to no on in particular, use to being ignored at this point. “Carrie Fisher was starving herself and doing drugs to get that thin for this movie.” 6 eyeballs stayed focused on the screen.
The party had peaked. It’s best to know when to wrap it up.
Happy New Year