Ahhhhh, 2011, the year those silly new years glasses become improbable and finally go out of style for practicality's sake. My mother and I spent the evening cozying up in front of the tube, trying to find a live feed of the New York ball dropping on my basic cable...Could find none. Finally, at ten, a recording plays, but Jesse McCarthy and Ryan Seacrest were too annoying, so I popped in the Netflix we got this week. The Ideal Husband Pretty good, lots of prettily framed cleavage and stars lots of famous females: Minnie Driver, Cate Blanchett, and Julianne Moore. A sweet and fulfilling comedy (meaning, everyone gets married at the end).
[Quite fittingly, Young Folk comes on Pandora. The first verse fits the synopsis to this film]
Anyway, the movie ends, and the TV is switched back to cable. Sweet. Only 15 minutes of watching Seacrest and McCarthy jabber away. I channel swap between the local channel (yay San Francisco's annual fireworks). Finally, we get reprieve from the godawful voices of the hosts as Dick Clark, oh you old cinnamon bun, you, counts us down. My mother and I count along when the timer hits ten, and at the stroke of midnight, we yell in the new year to each other as the first booms of the fireworks go off. I pour each of us a cup of sparkling apple cider, and drink to our cheer. I hum Auld Lang Syne as we watch the fireworks from the pier from the television, yet hearing the dull explosions surround sound from outside. After the finale, lights remain off, and I spend another two hours surfing basic cable for something worth watching (I know, so hard, right?). I manage to catch a rerun of Late Late Night with Craig Ferguson (Oh Craigy <3) and stumble on an episode of Sherlock Holmes (I don't know which of the older series). Then. Bed.
It's a personal, quiet, seemingly unfestive way to spend the new years, but it's the third year (or more) year my mom and I have done it, and it feels just right to me. It seems lonely, two women shouting HAPPY NEW YEAR, but there's nothing pathetic about it; rather the anticipation of the countdown and the intimacy of being with family witnessing the passing of a decade makes this a moment of happiness. Sentimental sappiness seeping from my pores, but I wouldn't spend it any other way.
The first picture is a quick scrawl of the new year scene. Darkened room, apple cider, New York Giant Shiny Ball of Shininess. The second is my concept for the 2011 glasses (drawn in 2009).
P.S. Yay Period on New Years Eve. My uterus decides to celebrate with us.
Today was all of rain and cold. We chased it out with a hotpot. Mmmmmm, I love hotpots.
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