When Larry and I were younger I would try and keep up if we were out at the pub or a party, which we often were, (we were together for 17 years before the children came along). Most times I would have stopped drinking after my limit of 3 or 4 (or else l'm anyones!) and everyone else would continue, so you can see why it wasn't much fun then either. It was always such an effort keeping company with those that could drink big.
Since having the children and the changes that they bring to our lives, in the last few years as they are older we have had cheese and nibbles and watched late night tele with Jools Holland into the early hours. But this year both children have 'plans'. Being totally selfish I wouldn't mind if they fell through so that nothing changes, but I will be staying up waiting for the time I am allowed to collect them unobtrusively.
My in laws are Scottish so there is always much spoken about first footing and Hogmanay, some coal and drink attached to the poor Labrador. I just don't get it! I know its a tradition, but it feels so melancholic in tradition and whats great about another year? Is it to wipe the slate and start again, to say goodbyes to yesteryear's woes? I'm just grateful we have another year to potentially do good, do better and be wiser.
I'm quite happy for those who 'get it' to enjoy themselves. I would like to enjoy myself, but not sure I know how to do that for New Years Eve. I would prefer a date with the duvet quite frankly. This post is tad too sober methinks so my next post will be much more up beat, I promise!