As I mentioned last year, New Year’s Eve is a bit of a stressful holiday for me. I feel the need to journal and reflect on the previous year, make resolutions for the next one and have a fantastic and fun time at midnight. I have this fear that everyone is having more fun than I am. It’s an extrovert thing.
This year, with my darling husband 11,758.12 km away in India, I’m having a “quiet” evening at my parents house. On the agenda is getting dressed up to go out for Chinese Food, playing Pandemic, watching a movie (TBD), eating copious amounts of ice cream cake & chex Muddy Buddies and hanging with my brothers and their friends. Nintendo 64 might also make an appearance.
What are you up to?
In other news, this song has been stuck in my head for the whole pre-New Year’s week:
Tonight, whether you’re sitting on the couch snuggled up watching Dick Clark (ie, Me), out partying or snoozing in the new year (ie, Varun), just remember, New Year’s is a wildly overrated holiday. (To which I just dedicated 144 words) Have fun!
P.S. Remember last year when Varun made the comment about the ball dropping? Haha! Here’s to another year of laughter and confusion in the Rana Family!