immediately my mind goes to 1990 ...we were living in a small town in Minn. We went in , my wife and I , and rented a hotel room in the big city Minneapolis! partied in town, great famous alternative music band at the hotel, went up to our room's balcony at midnite , cracked the comp. champagne and watched the fireworks over the city displayed...
When we were kids, the entire street I lived on had an open house. People wandered from home to home, eating and (as kids) sneaking a few sips of forbidden mixtures. By 10 pm, the groups were pretty much broken up by age - some dancing, some playing cards or games, some just hanging out - and at midnight, EVERYONE was outside banging pots & pans and kissing each other.
These days, I don't even know my neighbors except to nod hello or complain about snow.
Id say this year. We spent all night from 8 till 4 playing cards and shooting pool. Shows how fun my new years eve is and unfortunately it was rainin and all the courses were closed or I could of said it was the best yet with no doubt.
That's funny!!! A New Year's memory!!! If it was any good it should be a little fuzzy...keeping it GR rated, my best started in 9th grade and continued pretty much unchanged for the next 7 years...each year involved a string of four or five parties with at least 100 people at each, lots of cheap champagne (Cold Duck? I'm a chef now and I still have no idea what that comes from besides the bottom shelf at the 7-eleven), lots of friends, and lots of friends waking up on the floor all over town with other friends, co conspirators in one night indiscretions...my favorite part was always the countdowns as the entire night was built towards getting to the best party with the biggest collection of friends, building the perfect buzz and finding the hottest girl to kiss at that exact moment...good times...
At 36 now, with a pregnant wife, we went to the lobby for the countdown, popped in the nightclub for 5 minutes to see the band, went to the room where I toasted champagne to o.J. (baby friendly for Mommy) and promptly fell asleep on the couch with 3/4 of a glass in me...how things change but I wouldn't have it any other way...
New Year's 1989 - on New Year's Eve morning me and 6 guys from my squadron on Nellis AFB went fishing in the lake of a small public park in Las Vegas that was stocked with trout. We caught our limit of 10-12 inch trout and took them back to one of the guy's house and had a big fish fry that night. Our host and his wife were from Guam, and they also cooked a pig and made some other tasty treats, but the pan fried trout I cooked was the best. About 30 people were at the party, and we had taken up a collection and sent 2 guys over to a nearby Indian reservation to buy some fireworks - about $400 worth of bottle rockets, roman candles, etc. When the New Year hit we let off about 500 bottle rockets at almost the exact same time, then spent the next hour having bottle rocket wars in the backyard. Good times!
I had a pretty mellow New Years this year, just stayed at home with the GF and drank some, but I did light off some of my mortars when the clock struck I had some leftover from the 4th of July and lit off some doubles and triples.
1999. I drove my grandmother to the emergency room. She had a heart attack on the sidewalk walking in. She died. Not necessarily an enjoyable memory, but it was the last time I saw her alive.
December 30th, 2006, 10:22 PM
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I had some leftover from the 4th of July and lit off some doubles and triples.
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