It’s Wednesday. Here we go everyone… it’s New Year’s Eve! Back in the day, this night meant going full throttle—big parties, loud music, bad decisions, and waking up the next morning wondering what the hell happened. Midnight was just the halfway point, not the finish line.
Fast-forward to now, and things look a little different. These days we keep it classy (and survivable) by going out for dinner at a nice restaurant. Sure, there’s still alcohol involved… just in much smaller, more reasonable quantities.
Honestly? No regrets. Good food, good company, and no hangover. If that makes me old and boring, so be it. I’ll toast to the New Year with a proper glass, be in bed at a reasonable hour, and wake up on January 1st feeling like a functional human being. And that, my friends, is a win.
New Year’s Eve
Fast-forward to now, and things look a little different. These days we keep it classy (and survivable) by going out for dinner at a nice restaurant. Sure, there’s still alcohol involved… just in much smaller, more reasonable quantities.
Honestly? No regrets. Good food, good company, and no hangover. If that makes me old and boring, so be it. I’ll toast to the New Year with a proper glass, be in bed at a reasonable hour, and wake up on January 1st feeling like a functional human being. And that, my friends, is a win.
-keep