So, I told this story to a friend today and we laughed and laughed and then she insisted I blog about it so I listened, because she’s brilliant. 😊 While the following is quite entertaining and ridiculous at the same time, I also believe it’s a testament of my age and the fact that the New Year’s celebrations each year are pretty much the same…lots of people, lots of alcohol, lots of dancing, lots of confetti, some awkward moments…I may be sleeping, I’m probably sleeping, oh, I’m sleeping… and the ball drops.
This year, like several before, we decided to play it safe, light a fire in the fireplace, chill a bottle of champagne for ourselves and white grape juice for the kids and have a relaxing night in the comfort of our home. Don’t yawn yet, we did add a little excitement and play some 2000s Trivial Pursuit. To others, this may sound lame, you may even call me old, but to me, this is the perfect night, hanging out in my pjs, drinking some beers and getting my butt handed to me in a board game.
During our night of debauchery, like every New Year’s Eve we at least like to watch the live broadcast of the countdown. However, Trivial Pursuit was intense and I lost track of time, so at about 11:30 I scrolled through YouTube, because we only have the fire stick because cable is highway robbery, looking for the live broadcast, found it, clicked it and continued our question and answer battle, commenting on the different New Year’s hosts and venues of the evening.
About 20 minutes later my daughter, laughing out loud, somewhat obnoxiously, says, “Mom, why do they keep saying 2018, are you watching the last years New Year’s parties?”
Of course, my initial reaction was “No don’t be ridiculous, I purposely and consciously made sure I clicked the current live broadcast…” long pause…
“Oh, this is last year’s”.
Yep for the last 25 minutes of 2018 we were watching the last 25 minutes of 2017.
Thankfully we caught it about 5 minutes before midnight, while if we tuned in sooner, we would have watched the exact same ball drop in New York for the second time this year, we did catch Chicago ringing in 2019.
Once again, Happy New Year and may it be filled with so much laughter (and intense board games) you only see the sunshine and not the rain.