Well, when I lived in NYC, I never went to see the ball drop on Times Square. Real New Yorkers don’t do that, that is for kids and tourists.
New Years Eve was a time to spend with a small group of close friends in someone’s apartment. Or, once, lost in NYC at midnight. With a small group of friends.
Tonight, it will be just myself and the husband with a bowl of pasta pesto and a glass of champagne. And a “chat.” With a small group of friends.
Have a happy and healthy new year! May 2010 be better than 2009, and may all your wishes and dreams come true!