It's here, dears.
In the end I stayed home for New Year's as the possible party plans all turned out to involve trekking across the city, which meant dealing with the concept of trekking back in the early hours of the morning. New Year's can be such a bunfight in Sydney, so many drunken and sometimes agressive revelers on the street, that many cab drivers don't work it. Too much hassle for too little reward. So on the night when demand is the highest, the supply is one of the lowest. I've seen bribes and fisticuffs in the past, as I spent an hour walking home...
This year I was quite happy to watch the fireworks on the telly (with knitting), turn in and get a pretty good night's sleep (considering the warm, still night) and celebrate the start of 2008 this morning with a cup of tea and some hot buttered toast. Sometimes even this committed coffee drinker fancies a cuppa tea and toast.
(On reading that back, I think I've turned into your grandma. Don't forget to wear a vest, dear.)
It's really what I felt like doing this year, and far from feeling like I missed out on something or was being unsociable, it felt nice to do what I actually felt like doing, you know? I enjoy seeing in the New Year with friends, but getting home has usually been enough to take some of the gloss off the fun. Next year I might try to arrange something close to home, or make better travel plans ahead somehow.
How did you see in the New Year?
Blogger is telling me that this entry is my 1,500th entry! Seems like a nice round number to start a new year on!