I have ALWAYS wanted to go to New York City and be in Times Square for New Year's. Ever since I was a little girl I have watched the ball drop on TV, and in later years that's all I pretty much did, too. I have never had a party or gone to a party for New Year's... it's always spent at home, in pajamas, yawning and one-eyed napping until it's 12 and time to finally go to sleep.
Just once I'd love to be in Times Square amidst the throngs of people steeped in confetti, delirious and cold next to my best friend counting down from 10... until the big moment when I get that kiss.
I checked airfare... it's under $1,000 for both of us for the weekend but I don't want this to be something I have to talk Shawn into... I want it to be a whirlwhind of spontanaiety and being young, in-love and childless (no baby bag to tote along yet)...
We won't always be able to do something like this but that money was meant for our Jamaica "honeymoon." But it has been 6 months since the wedding and we did go to South Dakota right after it... I know that Jamaica would be a pretty good family vacation one day. New York, not so much.
One thing is for sure though. I am BORED and I have a bad case of wanderlust that has the ability to drive me into a overwhelming self-revolutionary sense of abandonment. I do not want.
I want NYC and my sweetheart on New Year's Eve.
Now that I have rambled, if you wish to comment, make sure it's for my dad. It's his birthday today!
Happy Birthday Dad!