New Year’s Eve party recaps:
Up until I was a teenager: I don’t remember.
As a teenager: I would baby sit for someone. Usually asleep by midnight or watching Dick Clark by myself while the babies were sleeping.
As a young married: sleeping. Oh wait. One year I “worked” in the bar with my friend until they closed. I use the term “worked” very loosely. I actually just sat around while she did all of the work. But I am pretty sure she loved my company. Then she took me out to where my then husband was working the midnight shift. I shoulda just gone home to bed.
As a not as young but still young married with kids: they were babies. I slept. They were older we stayed up and had fizzy apple juice and ate a lot of junk. Probably in bed by 12:15.
As a mom of teenagers and young adults: I sleep until they call me and wake me up to tell me happy new year at 12:00.
As a young Mamo: I sleep.
Okay. This could have been one of those blogs that was summed up in much fewer words:
Party Recap: I don’t do parties well.
If you read this far you were far too curious.
It appears I prefer sleeping to drinking.
I am more fun than this blog makes me appear. I swear.