I tend to get misty around the dropping of the ball at midnight on New Year's Eve. It reminds me of all the years I've done this, of family members no longer around, of watching a young Dick Clark and an old Guy Lombardo. While standing in Time Square would be neat, I would LOVE to be all dressed up and in the old nightclubs, listening to Guy Lombardo or Ricky Ricardo with their bands, dancing and drinking champagne.
This is the 2nd year that #1 Son has stayed up for it. Baby Girl made it to 11:40pm. I even tried waking her up, but she wasn't budging. Thank goodness for the dvr.
I have no idea what the new year holds, but one thing is for sure, there will never be a dull moment.
Now I think I will wake up the IO for my New Year's kiss.