New Year's Eve is an odd holiday, if you ask me. Sure, it's good to celebrate a new year beginning, to look back on the old year and reassess where we are and where we want to be. But staying up until midnight to do so? Meh. It's a holiday for the young and single. When you are a kid, you just fall asleep. When you are a parent, you just fall asleep. And when you're young and single, you stay up past midnight all the time, what's the big deal? It's never been a favorite of mine.
So. Anyway. Julia informed us that on New Year's Eve you are supposed to watch spooky movies. Maybe she got that from "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year?" (You know, the song.) Who knows. She also declared that she wanted to sleep in her tent that night. We decided to humor her, at least with the tent. We pitched camp in the front room, sent Ella to bed, and watched movies. Julia stayed up until about 11. Clark and I went to bed shortly after our midnight Martinelli's toast. Wooo! Happy New Year!