I've never been a big fan of New Year's Eve. I like the concept, ring in the new year, new opportunities, new beginnings. Certainly I'm embracing the resolutions this year. But the day, or night, itself is always somewhat of a let down. We're happy to stay home, mostly because we can't make it until midnight and because it's not particularly safe to be out driving tonight.
I remember when I was in high school and attending a New Year's Eve party (it was tame, as was I in high school) my mom making me promise to be INSIDE at midnight. While my friends ran into the street banging pots and pans, I stood in the doorway of the house. Yes, really. I was that kind of kid. I guess it has stuck with me.
We're having a few friends over tonight for dinner and fun with the Wii. I doubt anyone will make it until midnight and since tomorrow is my morning to get up with Bub, I kind of hope no one will.
It's been an incredible year. My baby turned one, took his first steps, said his first words, ate his first ice cream cone. He still hasn't had his first hair cut, and is sporting quite the curly little mullet, so there are still some great firsts waiting for 2009.
Hopefully 2009 will be the year I master my new fancy camera. I've taken it out of the box exactly once, snapped two pictures, felt overwhelmed and boxed it back up. Certainly that wasn't what my parents intended when they handed me the colorfully wrapped box on Christmas Eve. They're expecting gorgeous pics of their too cute grandson and they're expecting them soon.
And they'll get them. But tonight? Tonight we learn who rocks at Guitar Hero, who can lap who on Mario Kart, and just maybe, who can hula hoop their way into the hall of fame.
2008 ain't over yet.