I am very lowkey when it comes to New Year’s Eve. I’m always home, watching the ball drop in Times Square from the comfort of a dwelling and not the middle of a large metropolitan city with thousands of strangers.
Before I moved home, the night might involve friends, board games, snacks and drinks. Since the living situation has changed, I spend the night alone (unless you count Kathy Griffin, Anderson Cooper, and Anderson Cooper’s copious giggling as company).
People put a lot of pressure on this night, and wind up disappointed if it doesn’t live up to expectations. I am not one of those people.
The only expectation I’ve had in recent years is making it to those first seconds after midnight, so I can year Frank Sinatra’s voice wafting from the Manhattan speakers:
Start spreading the news…
I don’t know what it is about that song, and that voice (let’s not dismiss the fact that “Theme from New York, New York” was originally performed by Liza Minnelli), but it makes me happy to start the year off that way.
You’ll never see me in Times Square on New Year’s Eve, but I can remember taking one of those rickshaws from Radio City Music Hall, through Times Square and towards Madison Square Garden where the car was parked, with Sinatra serenading our party of three as we made our trek. A moment to remember. And I do. Fondly.
So, here’s to starting 2016 at the top of the list, with the king of the hill. Grander intentions can wait until morning.