Photo from my InstagramI have a love/hate relationship with New Years celebrations. When I was young, my Aunty and Uncle had a pub and threw amazing fancy dress parties every year. Then they had my cousins, sold the pub and the parties stopped. In my late teens, house parties with all of our friends were our way to show in the next year. But life happened, we grew up and our parents stopped letting us have half of the town arrive in our front rooms. I worked 2011's New Year at the pub. It was a lot of fun, but so busy that we didn't stop for a drink until midnight, and then it was straight back to pouring more pints before wandering home at 3am wondering what the heck just happened. To welcome 2012, we went into town and left before 11pm because it was SO busy. Last year, we stayed in with my parents, toasted a glass of cava to 2013 and slumped off to bed before 1am. So this year, it had to be different. Although I was in the worst mood all afternoon, and probably would have quite happily slumped around at home by myself, I was grateful to spend the first half of my evening with my three best girls drinking pink wine, munching on Sensations and watching Step Brothers. Then my 'Knight in Shining Armour' aka a half-drunk Ash, whisked me away to the pub before 11 so we could share a few rum and cokes with each other before sneaking a kiss at midnight and wobbling home at 2am.
I think that we always have amazingly high expectations for New Years Eve, so it always seems underwhelming when it actually arrives, but I'm very glad to have spent the night the way we did... and then cook a mean fry up in the morning to really get the year off to the best start. Well, they do say to start off the year as you mean to go on.
How were your New Years celebrations?