When I was in high school, it was in bed around 8:00 or 9:00 on NYE because I had to be up at 3:00 to hop on a bus to go march in the Rose Parade ('80, '81, and '82). Through most of the 90's, I worked my way into the New Year (as a DJ). I (gladly) gave up on that at the request of my dear sweet wife (who has no pet name).
While we may not have done anything special for NYE, Susan and I always enjoyed sitting in bed (or the couch) watching the Rose Parade on Channel 5 (LA's channel 5: KTLA). They play the Rose Parade continuously all day long, repeating it over and over. So, not matter when you turn it on, you can just watch until it gets back around to where you started.
The last couple of years has been a regular party. I now look forward to that, possibly more than Christmas.
No matter what we do, New Years DAY is about the nothingness. The day is completely void of anything of substance. I take my vegging very seriously on that day!
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Originally Posted by CoasterMatt
Rose, my dear sweet wife, is affectionately known as my monkey...  |
I've always wondered: does she have a pet name for YOU?