It’s New Years Eve, the beginning of the official end of the secular holiday season. For serious Catholics and traditional Protestants, the holiday season continues through Epiphany, but for the other 99% of the population, the holidays start to end tonight.
And the 99% typically do a pretty good job of ending it. Exhibit A: Times Square. NYE in NYC’s Times Square has long fascinated me, probably because I remember watching the ball drop every year growing up. Now at middle age, the TV experience is indelibly etched on my psyche and conjures up vague, yet warm, feelings, for reasons I don’t understand.
My niece is going to be there this year, and I’m a bit envious. This blogger has a great (well-written, short) summary of the event’s history and the current NYC itinerary. I haven’t verified any of the information, but it all seems believable enough.
I’ve never been a big fan of New Years Eve parties. I’ve thrown two such parties my entire adult life: one was lame and one was very good. I’ve also attended a few, none of which I much enjoyed.
I now don’t drink much during the evening, but I do drink during the afternoon while watching football at the local drinking club. By the time evening comes, I’m usually ready to settle down with my family and watch the ball drop, nursed with a little caffeine and ibuprofen. It’s not a bad way to ring in the new year, and it leaves me reasonably fresh for the following morning’s Mass and those last days before the real end of the holiday season on January 6th.