I love parties, you know I do. I am generally the first to say, hey, let's have a party for this or that, and before I know it my brain has raced ahead, and a "party to do list" has formed in my head. HOWEVER, I am simply not a New Year's Eve party girl. I get too tired, it's as simple as that. I figure I can celebrate on January 1st all day rather than lose some of that beauty rest... For years, we just secretly sped up the clocks, yelled happy new year, banged a few pots and pans, and called it a night with our little kids. I'm pitiful to many of you I'm sure, but so be it.
I think my past experiences with New Year's Eve parties, sealed the deal for me. I remember one time specifically.
When I was in high school, one of my friends moved to SLC...just minutes from downtown. She invited another friend and I to come spend the night and celebrate New Year's Eve with her. We went to a dance...it wasn't a church dance...uh, yeah.
Anyway, I remember thinking "I spent an hour getting ready for this? I am soooo not in the right place!" As midnight approached, my friend told me that we needed to find someone to kiss at midnight...
uh...I don't think so...
I made her leave right after midnight, after she found her kiss. Not a friend I stayed in contact with, needless to say. I decided New Year's Eve was an excuse for people to stay up late, drink, and behave badly. Not a fan. Then I married someone who isn't a late night guy, and then we had little ones that too needed their rest, and there you have it. No midnight Jensen parties.
BUT.... I have teenagers now...
They LOVE to stay up late. ALL their friends do!
"EVERYBODY BUT YOU AND DAD DO!"
Then they threw in, that our neighbor (who has hosted all of the New Year's Eve parties for my kids) announced that she was tired this year, and wasn't going to put together a party. What? Are you SURE? I'll send treats...party hats...whatever is needed!
Ok. Yeah, I guess it is our turn.
So we hosted a lame-o party, went to bed shortly after midnight, and somehow made it up for 9:00am church.
I guess I didn't die.
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Don't worry. I hate New Years Eve, also. It's SO not worth being tired and cranky in the morning. I can't count the years that we've told our kids it is the new year at 8pm, ran outside to make some noise, then gone to bed. But, then they grow up...
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