10 years go:: I ended up spending a quiet night at home for New Year’s Eve. It might very well be close to the same this year, although I might also go out. Actually, 10 years ago wasn’t so bad in comparison to the 2 succeeding New Years.
9 years ago, on New Year’s Eve, December 2000, my partner at the time and I went out to the old Zone. I think that we wore M&M boxer shorts. Well, our initials were both MM and it was the year 2000 or MM in Roman numerals, so why the heck not. My leather jacket was stolen from the bar (not fun since it was very cold) and there was some post bar stuff that became a landslides of mishaps. It was annoying at the time, but it made for a good story later.
8 years ago, we went to a neighbors’ post bar party. I am fine with walking, but the partner (soon to be an ex within slightly less than a year) insisted on driving the 2-4 blocks. We found a parking space directly across the street. Unfortunately, some drunken ditz at the after bar party backed out to the driveway and smacked into my car. It left a dent and the car ended up dying anyway later that year, right around the time of the break up.
7 years ago was just after the break up. However, I had already grieved before he moved out and was actually over it by then. (A sure sign that it needed to be over.) Even though I was single, I was just thankful that year that there was no property casualty for New Year’s Eve. I didn’t want to think what would come after a leather jacket, then a car.
So, here’s to a bright and happy New Year for all of us!
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