After 10 years and two kids, life in New York was no longer my dream. So instead of facing another brutal winter waiting for a city bus that may never come, my husband and I packed up the kids and headed south. As much as I miss my beloved Brooklyn, it was time for me to get the heck out of Dodge.
This is my story of learning how to drive again, rediscovering the joys of grocery stores with aisles wide enough for a careening cab, and dealing with the frustrations of the carpool line.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Champagne Wishes and New Year's Dreams
Courtesy Bard Entertainment
Yahoo! Travel posted an article yesterday listing the world’s best places to ring in the New Year… other than New York’s Times Square.
Surprisingly, my brother Jim’s house did not make the list. (Surely an oversight.)
But, whether we have the heft of critical opinion behind our celebration, I can guarantee ours will be warm, will not involve porta-potties, pickpockets or cops checking for open alcohol containers. We may even have confetti if Fletcher manages to get his hands on today’s paper.
Honestly, Times Square fills me with agita on a regular day. For a woman with mild claustrophobia, it is just not a good time.
So, just like years past when I could have actually gone to the Big Dance, I will instead be in front of a television watching the ball drop.
But I can no longer watch Dick Clark. Too upsetting. And I just can’t get behind Ryan Seacrest as my New Year’s host. Too earnest.
That’s why I’ll be going grayer and gayer tonight… Either Anderson Cooper or Andy Cohen.
No matter who you watch or where you are, “Happy New Year.”
I, however, am also hoping for a Nap-py New Year. With two screaming kids who’ve already been up for a couple of hours, midnight seems too far away.