Ten years ago...

... I was celebrating my first New Year -- and a new millenium -- with my new husband. If I'm remembering correctly, we spent it hanging out with friends of his who were very boring and very drunk (neither of us drink). It was anticlimactic.

Over the years, we've spent some New Year's Eves in New York with family, some in our varying locales which were referred to as "home" at the time, and have pretty much never really set any traditions for how we ring in each New Year. Usually we watch a movie and try to pause it in time to watch the ball in Time Square drop but we don't always catch it. We do drink sparkling cider out of a couple of very garish glasses (read: not pretty).

Last year we did nothing. You picture two boring people sitting in front of the television, don't you? You would be wrong.

I spent the entirety of the evening reading Breaking Dawn. It took me four or five hours, but I began and finished it in one night and went to bed sometime before four. At some point before midnight, Bryan came out of his office, sprawled out on the sofa with his head in my lap and went to sleep. It sounds cute and romantic, but I mostly thought it was hard to read my book with his head in the way.

That was last year. I didn't mind it so much but I'm not currently reading any engrossing series, so our New Year will most likely revert to previous years: movies streamed from Netflix over XBox Live, sparkling cider in not-pretty glasses, trying to catch Dick Clark (or his replacement figure) before the strike of midnight.

I'm crossing my fingers that next year I'll be wearing heels and make-up and ringing in the New Year a little more noisily. I think we're due for some noise.

What are your plans?