Remember that lovely Parisian Christmas I wrote about a few weeks ago? My best Christmas was followed a week later by my worst New Year’s Eve, in Amsterdam, which involved freezing my tuchis off, getting shut out of every restaurant in the city and getting robbed in my hotel room.
But I had someone to kiss at midnight, and that made it bearable.
We really get snowed by the whole New Year’s hullabaloo, don’t we? Now, it’s always been kind of a big deal in my family, but that’s because my mother was born on Dec. 31 (everyone, please wish a happy birthday to Nancy Leber). But as a general holiday, we get so caught up in the idea that it has to be grandly festive and, more importantly, be shared with a lover (or at least someone with whom to kiss to the strains of “Auld Lang Syne”).
What do others think?
“I think there is a lot of undue pressure revolving around New Year’s Eve,” said Brittany. “You feel like you have to go out and make this huge production because it’s a holiday, and if you’d rather just stay in and not deal with all the madness, people think something is wrong.”