This is how I spent my last 5 New Year’s Eves:
Beale Street in Memphis, TN in 2009. (They actually have a guitar drop.)
Charles Barkley’s NYE party in Arizona in 2010. (I plead the 5th.)
The Dominican Republic in 2011. (I’m going to move to the DR eventually.)
Atlanta in 2012. (They actually do a peach drop.)
And, this year, I’ll be bringing in 2014 in New York City, the New Year’s Eve mecca! But, don’t let that fool you. I won’t be partying. I won’t be in Times Square. I won’t be attending a friend’s house party. I won’t be at a sexy Manhattan event. I’ll be in the house and steps away from my sleeping 11-month-old who has a bedtime of 6 p.m.
Given my proclivity for partying on New Year’s Eves in the past, this year’s “celebration” seems out of character, but truth is, there’s something sweet, symbolic, and satisfactory about starting the year this way: steps away from my sleeping daughter … who can sleep a little more soundly knowing that daddy is right there watching over her as she starts the first full year of her life. That is how 2014 should start, and symbolically sets a tone for my 2014 priorities.
OK, who am I kidding?! We’re looking for a last-minute babysitter right now! It’s New Year’s Eve in New York City!!!!!!!! We’re about to go get it on!