Since I turned drinking age, I’ve always been inclined to “go out and do something” on New Year’s Eve.
I spent the last 8 years of my life in Toronto, which had unlimited things to do…clubs, bars, concerts, house parties, block parties, you name it. Pretty much every NYE I did one of these things. Why? “BECAUSE IT’S NEW YEARS EVE!” I’d say to myself, “I mean, I gotta go out and do something.”
A couple of them weren’t so great but for the most part I had a good time, despite the stress of navigating a crowded city, competing for a cab home, finding places to park, braving the cold, waiting in the LCBO lineup. New Years Eve is usually a process.
I did have plans lined up for my first New Year’s Eve in Barrie, but you may have noticed Mother Nature had New Year’s Eve plans as well. I was supposed to meet up with someone driving from Orillia, which was blanketed in snow. Ultimately, we both agreed to cancel for travel safety reasons.
I texted a few co-workers all of which had other plans. So what did I end up doing on New Year’s Eve?
NOTHING. AND IT WAS GREAT.
The more apparent it became that I wasn’t able to lock down plans, the more relieved I was that I didn’t really have any other choice but to stay in, and it was relatively peaceful. While I would have liked to ring in 2017 with some friends and a good buzz on, it was actually a nice change to ring in the New Year, sitting back in complete relaxation.
I also went to bed at 1AM, which was a welcome change, especially since I had to be here the next morning.
I started 2017 sat back, with a beer in my hand, playing my Xbox.
Maybe I’ll do that again for 2018.