All of these remind me that my parents used to go out to dinner 3x a year: their anniversary, St Patrick’s Day (with my great uncle and aunt, who always wore a green carnation corsage for the occasion), and NYE.
Once when I was 10, they let me stay alone while they went out for NYE and I drank a bunch of home-made apple cider from our neighbors that had, unbeknownst to us all, turned alcoholic. I got TURNT.
Ok douche, go ahead and call it mud. My husband DID have halitosis. We addressed it after I talked to you girls on here and guess what? Years later, no problem. Mofongo, you're a cunt. Eat shit. ~anonnamus
We watch the sun set on the old year and then rise on the new year with something in between. I like it so much more than midnight. (This year we also did midnight. I’ve had a few new years where the countdown was worth it, but this has been more consistently rewarding.
Ok douche, go ahead and call it mud. My husband DID have halitosis. We addressed it after I talked to you girls on here and guess what? Years later, no problem. Mofongo, you're a cunt. Eat shit. ~anonnamus
I'm too tired for NYE or NYD traditions this year. The kids are in that in-between stage where they aren't helpful in the kitchen and just scream at each other when I tell them to go play and it makes me want to just hide from the day.
I have about eight loads of laundry that need to be done, so I am going to pretend I’m on Australia time and it’s already tomorrow because I need the two days to do them before I go back to work.
My tradition appears to be desperately trying to make it until midnight when every single other night of the year, I very easily stay up until at least 11:30, if not 12 or later. It’s the weirdest thing.
NYE is the one night of the year H will play Trivial Pursuit with me. He doesn’t like board games or card games, and I beat him every time. This year, DD joined him to team up on me. I still won.
On NYD, the four of us go to a movie. Today was Puss In Boots 2. It was...what I expected. But the kids liked it. I make collard greens (DD and I love them, so this isn’t a hardship) and black eyed peas (but in the form of cowboy caviar dip, bc it’s the only way I can stomach them). I also abstain from laundry.
Apparently, the neighbors behind us started a new tradition last night: at midnight, they let their four children (ranging from 1st grade to 9th grade) go outside and scream at midnight. So that was fun.
All of these remind me that my parents used to go out to dinner 3x a year: their anniversary, St Patrick’s Day (with my great uncle and aunt, who always wore a green carnation corsage for the occasion), and NYE.
Once when I was 10, they let me stay alone while they went out for NYE and I drank a bunch of home-made apple cider from our neighbors that had, unbeknownst to us all, turned alcoholic. I got TURNT.
I read this as if the *neighbor* suddenly turned alcoholic- unbeknownst to everyone. Like in a bad thriller. Hahaha