We don’t plan it that way, but that’s usually the way it goes.
A day or two before New Year’s Eve we’ll talk about big plans, and then we end up falling asleep before half the rest homes in the area.
With two kids and a planned lunch with blackeyed peas the next day, we have some things to take into consideration.
Whether we invite people over for a New Year’s extravaganza or head out on the town, we rarely see the ball drop.
A couple of years ago, while hosting one of our “out of control” parties, we started looking at our watches around 10 p.m. hoping our guests would think the eastern time zone New Year’s would be good enough. When that didn’t happen we were shuffling everyone out the door about a minute after midnight as we tried to get our kids back to bed.
Last year we tried the WinStar Casino thing – and apparently everyone else had the same idea.
After driving around the parking lot for two hours, I had to eventually give in to valet parking. I hate valet parking because I never know how much to tip. After patting my pockets for a few seconds, I finally found a stray dollar. I figured that might be enough to keep my car safe for a couple of hours.
Two drinks, a meal, and a cigarette-box worth of second-hand smoke later, I’d had about all I wanted. A couple of nudges with the elbow, and we hit the exits by 10 p.m.
Maybe this year things will be different, but I doubt it.
However you and yours celebrate this New Year holiday, I wish you the best for the upcoming year.
Happy New Year from the Corbetts! We’ll see you in the morning.
Clay Corbett is the Messenger’s sports editor.