a few days before new years eve i was discussing my plans with my mother. her conclusion “wow you really know how to through a party for one!” so why was i hosting a party for one? because for the last 6 or so years i have gone out for new years eve and frankly its never as much fun as when i used to stay home and kept my tradition of watching the beatles movie “help.”
here’s my rant…..often you are in skimpy dresses freezing your butt off, dealing with drunken riff-raff, bad weather, drinking too much, pushing making-out couples off your dj table, so on and so on. then to validate my rant i read an article in martha stewart where a girl was preaching the same thing. after years of crying over lost pairs of high heels and failed attempts at midnight kisses, she decided to return to her family tradition of staying in with her parents, eating caviar, and watching some sort of epic on tv. as i read this article, i felt validation for my feelings towards new years, my plans for the best night ever started to formulate……………..
on the menu…cashew chicken (or as my sis and i now refer to it as springfield caviar), champagne (pink of course), and chocolate cake and the epic event i chose to watch for the night….season 2 of downtown abbey, oh there is something so satisfying when selecting “play all”! home is now my happening new years spot for years to come!
mom even provided me with a mystery dinner guest for the night (this also was one of my stocking stuffers)