This is not a sob story. I am very happy to be spending NYE in my apartment on my own and avoiding the amateurs at the overcrowded bars. More importantly, I am happy to not get caught up in the expectations of going out.
The best New Year’s Eves for me have always been spent in someone’s home with a few close friends where you can focus on one another and not on who else is at the bar. Will we get into the VIP room? Is that cute guy the man of my dreams or the man of a hot and heavy make out session later in the evening? Why did I wear the painful heels? Dammit, where are all the cabs!?
Last year a few girlfriends and I had all the best parts of NYE without any of the drama. We grabbed a festive dinner and then went back to the apartment and filled our glasses with bubbly, danced ta fabulous DJ (thank you iPod) and toasted everything that we hoped for one another. It was the best NYE I have ever had.
I went back and forth with a few friends about getting together, but after a week of Christmas parties and family we all wanted to stay at our own apartments. So I am focusing on myself and what I want this NYE. I am not so lax as to already be in my PJs or a snuggie. I got dressed up for myself and treated myself to a spa mani/pedi – one toenail one each foot is painted yellow to encourage blessings of wealth and red fingernails for blessings of love. My feet are not in pain because I am in flip flops and I don’t have to worry about running out of Veuve. I am not making any resolutions, but I am toasting to the new year.
And I definitely didn’t order in for one. I’m making Linguine Vongole and Crispy Roasted Broccoli – both from Allison Fishman’s book You Can Trust a Skinny Cook. Simple yet delicious and I can make it for one.
In about two hours I’ll head out to see the fireworks and then come home for one last class of champagne. While it’s always nice to be with loved ones, I am very happy to be celebrating with myself.
Happy New Year!
Every so often the same article gets published by a by some magazine or on a dating site – great places to meet people just doing your regular errands. The dog park (I have no dog), your morning coffee place (I don’t drink the stuff), Duane Reade (not with a box of Tampax in my hand), Home Depot (I call my super to change a light bulb), Barnes & Noble (they all closed). They also include the grocery store on that list. A place I happen to frequent on a regular basis, yet I have never even made eye contact while perusing the spice rack.
Tonight I realized my problem – it’s the iPod. While it’s awesome walking around with a permanent soundtrack to my life and very useful for creating an audio barrier between me and the crazy guy on the subway, it completely hinders any possibility of starting a conversation at the antipasti bar. And it’s my own damn fault because I have it cranked and I’m zoned out and only take out the ear buds to give my order to the butcher and pay. Even if I felt the need to keep the iPod on while shopping, there’s time while standing in the express line (non-express if for couples and families, not an opportunity area).
So sorry cute preppy guy that smiled at me when I almost ran you over, had I not had The Police blaring through my ear buds you could have shared the Chicken with Onion, Apple and Cider Sauce and Roasted Rutabagas (both from Great Easy Meals) that I made*. Instead you went home with a pre-made meal in a cardboard box, and I have to do the dishes myself.
*This meal sounds heavy for 90° weather but it’s not, especially with a chilled glass of white wine. Great Easy Meals is Food Network Magazine’s cookbook from Hyperion and most (if not all, I didn’t check every single page) recipes serve four. Although these are leftovers that I am looking forward to eating later this week.