I find that the actual New Year’s Eve celebration is typically one big letdown.  Year after year, I try for a New Years Eve where I don’t wake up the next morning thinking that either

1) Why did I drink that much / Now I’m going to be sick all day today

2) I can’t believe I spent so much money on one ridiculous night

3) Why did I kiss that gross guy at midnight again?  Was I really that desperate?

Or even worse, a combination of all of the above…

Unfortunately, New Year’s after New Year’s, that is usually my story (Enter sigh here).  So this year’s attempt to curb the tradition was an evening of dinner and drinks at Lola’s beau’s favorite French restaurant in Tribecca.  A lovely little hot spot where we were going to wine, dine, dance our way into 2010.  Great!  All I needed was to secure that date….  Yes, I had been seeing the comedian, Eric, at this point and was still very much into him, but for whatever reason, I held off on the New Years Eve invite conversation until two weeks prior to the big night.  When I finally worked up the nerve to ask him, I definitely did not get a solid “yes”.  Instead I got a list of his options and a comment about how he hates the holiday.  Great.  That, ladies, is why I held off on the NYE question.  You see, when dating, New Years is a big deal.  If a guy is ready to commit to spending this big party party night with you and only you, then he is most likely really into you (and ONLY you).  If they opt to not be with you on such a night… nooo good.  Oh, lovely.  At the moment I chose to ignore the sting of his reply and said I needed to go home to walk my dog.  Anyway, dateless and upset about Eric, here I am at New Years with Lola and her adorable man, plus a few other best friends.  LUCKILY, I was not the only one there sans date.  Whew!  As the night went on, people started to get up from their tables and dance / mingle around.  Hmmm… I spy a cutie over at the table in the corner… and he looks like he is not with a date.  Fabulous.  Now for whatever reason, I did not want to face the NYE countdown without anyone to kiss so maybe, MAYBE if I positioned myself next to him, we could chat it up and MAYBE we would hit it off just in time for the clock to strike 12:00.  Well, dear readers, I should write a book on the strategic ways of getting a guy… because it worked… like gold! We totally hit it off, were talking, dancing, losing track of time and then all of the sudden, people started counting down.  5…4…3…2…1… Happy New Year!!  Wow!  I will say that kiss definitely sent me into 2010 on the right foot.  Thank you Mr. hottie Jason!  Sorry Eric, but not sure if you will be allowed to make another appearance in my life come the new millennium.  We shall see but it will take some serious work on his part to work his way back into my life.  Serious work.

So the combination of amazingly cultured company, divine French food, best friends, and a new potential man in my life all made for (dare I say it?!)… a good New Year’s Eve!  Here’s to 2010!

XO,

Violet