It's New Year's Eve, and I'm not doing my hair and pulling out the party dress. I'm not standing in the cold drinking from a flask in Times Square. I'm not frantically calling friends to get everyone to show up at a particular bar at a particular time. I'm not worried that I could be at a slightly better party somewhere else.
I'm not going anywhere. We have one, very laid-back friend coming over. She's coming with her laptop, so we can all watch TV and read stuff on the Internet and do holiday cards at the same time. Our treat is take-out Thai food.
I'm glad that we've outgrown the competitive fun years. I'm really burnt out from too much entertaining these past two weeks and just want to be quiet. I'm looking forward to drinking beers and watching Ryan Seacrest prattle on.
I'm such a grandma. Someone get me a Snuggie®!