Ringing in Seven New Years
Rather than do a “2006 in review”, I’ve compiled, for your reading pleasure, a “The Past Seven New Year’s Eves in Review”, a la TV Guide.
New Year's Eve, 2006:
The end of a non-relationship leaves Dori free to celebrate with friends, in an environment without kissing-at-midnight pressure. There is no mandate to party (verb). At an intimate gathering in Harvard Square, she consumes asparagus and halibut poached in parchment packets, followed by outrageous amounts of chocolate-covered strawberries and flambed bananas with coconut and rum. Almost all the guests have Ph.Ds, and they discuss parallels between the economic development of Chile and China, and it is informative (in a good way). Afterwards, Dori attends a mini soiree at which she lounges around happily, but refuses to dance. Despite her hatred of New Year’s, she enjoys the evening.
New Year's Eve, 2005:
In an effort to overcome her deeply rooted hatred of New Year's, Dori rounds up two of her loveliest friends (and their mates) to eat fancy food at a fancy restaurant. After they swear that there will be absolutely no kissing at midnight, she attends an après dinner game night.
Near Year's Eve, 2004:
The saddest New Year’s ever occurs when Dori visits her beloved friend R.B.S. in California, and one of R.B.S.’s friends perishes in a car accident.
New Year's Eve, 2003:
Dori spends the holiday with her parents. She goes to bed early and is disgruntled when they waken her at midnight for a celebratory toast, because New Year's sucks.
New Year's Eve, 2002:
Along with beloved friends R. and K., Dori attends a performance of the lovely Dar Williams, the lovely Catie Curtis, and the less-lovely Nields. The music quells her disgust with New Year’s.
New Year's Eve, 2001:
Dori is in love with A.P., and they celebrate New Year’s in her hometown, discovering that New Year’s blows to a lesser degree when one is in a relationship. After a fancy meal which includes crab cakes, she and A.P. attend (and dance at!) her brother’s band’s concert. There is (finally!) kissing at midnight. At around 4 a.m., Dori awakens with a severe all-body rash, which persists for days. She learns that she is violently allergic to shellfish.
New Year's Eve, 2000:
Dori is dating a guy whose hotness will remain unmatched for at least the next six years. Despite severe anxiety about meshing with the hot guy’s friends, and expectations that they party (verb), she actually has fun, especially when the friends do an a capella rendition of the song “Pink Corvette”. Kissing at midnight ensues, ameliorating general New Year’s suckage.
New Year’s Eve, 1999
Fireworks and sparklers light up the plaza of Girona, a medieval village outside of Barcelona. Dori and her quasi-love-interest eat a 7-course dinner while wearing a velvet evening gown and tux, respectively. As they ring in the next millennium (and hug at midnight), she tries, but finds there is no way to hate on the evening.
Posted by Dori at 2:25 PM
4 Comments
Happy '07! Glad you had fun (and halibut).
-K
Hi Dori,
As usual, I enjoy reading your blog! Out of curiosity, why do you hate new year's? It sounds like the past seven have been more good than bad.
Happy 2007!
Anne
When you live in Boston--things like 2002 can happen. I did spend one New Year's Eve at Club Passim seeing artists of the same ilk, but it took a little extra planning.
Wishing you a wonderful 2007!
Thanks for all the good wishes! Anne, I think I hate New Year's because of all the pressure to have fun. It's hard to have fun when that's the expectation. It's also really hard to have fun knowing that midnight looms and there's no one to kiss. That said, I take supreme pleasure in entering birthdays and addresses into a brand new datebook.
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