Every year my MIL makes homemade pasta, meatballs and sausage for NYE. It is fabulous. It is filling. It used to be our meal before the hubby and I went out and got completely hammered to ring in the new year.
This year, we brought multiple bottles of champagne, wine and beer to dinner. I even made a gallon of Bay Breezes for us girls to sip on. In my head, we would eat, drink and party. Maybe even ask my FIL to drive us to our house 2 minutes away if things got “crazy.” We might even stay up til Midnight watching awkward Ryan Secrest announce the evening’s acts.
A teething and tired baby put all brakes on the reality of any of the above happening. We ate in shifts so someone could be holding the babe at all times (that is a separate post in itself) and we left around 9. I could not relax if I wanted to. At that time, I knew I would be asleep by 11.
Before going home, I drove us to Wawa (I had one Bay Breeze), got a regular Coke (my weakness) and a container of Ice Cream Sandwich Ice Cream. Once we were settled in the house, in sweats, my little dude and I each had a bowl of the delicious treat and all 4 of us slept in our King bed without watching the ball drop.
As depressing as it seems, it felt AWESOME to wake up New Years Day without a hangover. I went to the gym, made pork and sauerkraut and finally got to have a few of the beverages that we bought for the night before…all cozy in my pajamas.
I could get used to this kind of NYE.
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