We had our champagne at midnight
and toasted each other.
and it is back to the old grind.
I was married to a musician and spent many of the holidays
in big fancy motels. Many were spent quietly at home.
But the memorable ones were 1. with family and 2. with best friend
The Old Farmer's brother lived in a suburb of Buffalo and we were close,
visiting back and forth biweekly. I remember one year when there were many
bad fogs. The Old Farmer would drive with his head out the window trying
to see the line on the road it was so bad. Halloween's were great in the suburbs
for this country girl! But I digress....
At the house in the burbs we gathered around the clock a few minutes
before midnight, everyone with a glass of champagne.
And toasted in the New Year at the stroke of midnight.
I have that picture around someplace...
The other New Years that lives in my memory was spent
at a friend's house when a teenager.
Her parents were going out and they let her ask a friend over
so she wouldn't be alone. We chatted and played card games
and had a card table set up in the living room for dinner.
She made spaghetti. And we toasted the new year with a glass of red wine.
To this day I connect New Years Eve with homemade spaghetti!