We, my wife and I, don’t come from families that ever did much partying (at least together). Oh, once in a while we’d get involved with a church “card” club. Well, not once in a while, only twice, a Euchre Club and a 500 Club and there was that occasional stop for pie and coffee after the church bowling night.
Thinking about this puts me in mind of New Year’s Eve Party’s. I know there are lots people (or so it seems) that like go to “big bashes” at some dance hall or hotel conference place. Some people even go to places like Times Square and stand for hours, eating the drinking waiting for the midnight minute. After all these years, my wife and I usually break out the cheese and crackers, pop a little corn, pour a little wine (about and inch worth) in glass and toast in the new year. Well, sort of toast it in. We’ve learned, as we’ve “‘matured” that cheese, crackers, wine and ANYTHING else after 8 pm, means TUMS at 1 AM and sitting up in the recliner the rest of the night!
But, there was this one year. We were much younger, and new in town. In fact we had only lived in this state/town/house for three months. The neighbors across the street were “adopting” us into the community. They invited us to a New Year’s Eve gathering at a friends house and THEY would drive. (HINT: if someone else drives, YOUR STUCK, there is NO escape). A day or so before the party I came down with a cold and as usual it settled in my chest. I tried getting us out of attending, but the neighbors wouldn’t take NO! Well, it turned out they had also arranged to drive their GOOD friends along. So, 6 of us piled into a car made or 5 and off we went with me doing the deep raspy cough all the way there. I did my best to stay away from people, and I was fevery and not really aware of the events around me.
It turns out the party was filled with more alcohol than my wife and I were used to and most of it was in the neighbors wife, (I think). She became a flirtatious thing, purposefully driving her jealous husband up the wall. Arguing ensued and voice raising followed. However, those of us in a feverous stupor were truly in a stupor about our surroundings. The neighbors wife asked me to dance (I’ve previously mentioned that dancing with the stars will NEVER call on me for television), Karen tells me everything that’s going on and that Ed doesn’t mind if she dances with me…..??????…… Later, more arguing and Karen gets slapped. The mood is dampened, Will We Ever Go Home??? Cough, cough!!! It was truly a VERY QUITE ride home. After that night, somehow we were still friends with our neighbors BUT we never went to another party with them!!!!
So, back to the modern era. Like I said we, my wife and I, toast each other, munch some crackers and cheese, sip some wine and watch the New Years Eve Specials. We look and each other and ask “Who Are These People?”. Convinced now that we are no longer part of a society that we know or even understand, we just go to bed. After all it’s 10 pm, our bed time anyway. The new year will be here when we get up.
Happy New Year to All,, hope you enjoy the evening………………………….