For me, New Years Eve has always been an evening of excess (mostly with food) where the countdown has been chanted in sweats with the family or dolled up at dances. We never had a set tradition other than the family questionnaire which is entertaining to look back on the years. Some of the more memorable years:*Going to a stake dance with the parents (8 years old roughly) and wearing a sparkly dress. When I say sparkle, I mean sparkle.
*I believe there was one year where the Nelson girls, Decca, and I had matching pajamas and the living room was trashed with decorations, playing cards, and marshmallows. Don't ask why.
*Teen dances. And dance doesn't even describe it. Giddy teenage girls all getting ready at our house (our closets provided PLENTY of options), trying to find the churches, doing the WHOLE cotton-eye-joe or cha cha slide, d.r.a.m.a, goodbye kisses, and gossip. And we loved it.
*The whole family puking all night. I remember watching a trailer for High School Musical. Dad's comment, "If you weren't sick before, you are now." I probably glared at him.
*This year I played with the family for a titch and then chilled with Cheeze(Chelzee Nye, one of my high school besties) and her family. The power went off at about 11:00. By the time 12:00 rolled around, it was just me and her watching our cell phone times to announce the new year. I returned home where the power was out as well. And we all thought the world was going to end in 2012.
Someday I'm going to host/attend (most likely host if I want anything to get done) a fabulous New Year's Eve Party, maybe see the ball drop in NYC, and rip off my snap-up pants when the clock chimes 12. Probably not all during the same year.
I've been a crocheting fool after I had to get the book I wanted on CD. See Riley with her favorite aunt and their matching headbands below:
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