tradition.

New Year’s Eve always comes with a ton of pressure…especially living in NYC for the last two decades.  There was that one year I went to Times Sq. only with an invite to the Mayor’s party under police escort pre 9/11… and those nights spent slinging drinks from behind a bar in the east village and then, my most favorite one was a last minute decision to run a midnight road race through Prospect Park with a friend; but for the most part it’s a bust.  The pressure of what to do, where to go, who to go with and well, that dreaded hour when the clock strikes the witching hour ( if one is still awake ) when there is no one to smooch, sitting on the couch with a glass of bubbles watching the ball drop on TV that is happening just a few subway stops away is really awful. You might think it is immpossible to feel lonely in a city of eight and a half million people but it can be the loneliest of place.

This time around, in the middle of my ‘gap year’ I housesat for friends traveling to Mexico City and hung out with their fur beasts… Duke & Claudia outside of the city in NY.  They were the best New Year’s Eve dates a gal could ask for!  The next morning ( totally not hungover ) I headed into the city for an annual brunch tradition with Providence Kim where we rehash the year and dream of the days ahead.  The Mermaid Inn was our pick this time around and it did not dissapoint! Excellent service and wonderful brunch followed by a stroll around the upper west side and a catch up before we both head off into the unknown adventures and misadventures 2017 was going to be hurling at us. Stay tuned…

 

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