New Year’s Eve is full of new hope, excitement, and even a little superstition. That’s why I always look forward to doing something super-exciting…but rarely do. Last year (2008 into 2009), I spent the entire night reading Twilight. Don’t judge me! It’s a long story…Eric played Wii tennis and hurt his elbow. This year, refusing to be drawn back into the mythical and brooding Forks, I bought tickets to the Columbus Blue Jackets game. I love hockey. Eric loves hockey. Yet, neither of us have watched a hockey game in years. What a great way to rekindle an old love?! (NOTE: rekindling old loves is only appropriate when it does not involve an ex, or a bad habit that you’ve successfully kicked.)
We stayed at the Crowne Plaza a block away from the arena. It was nice to be able to walk around, and to be back in a big city before heading back to the room to watch the ball drop in Time Square. We love hotels. We learned, however, that we do not like hotels on New Year’s Eve. They are filled with drunk people. Who run up and down the hall naked. And scream. All night. We didn’t get any sleep. Thanks to a sweet online deal when booking, we reenergized ourselves with a free breakfast from Max and Erma’s before heading off to the most magical place on Earth. No, not Disneyland-even better! Get ready for it…Pottery Barn Outlet! We picked up a few things we needed, and a few we didn’t. We also cursed the fact that we drive a Volvo and not a U-Haul as we couldn’t fit the rug and entryway bench that we wanted.
After that, we joined Eric’s parents for a yummy New Year’s day dinner. I ate my one single piece of ceremonial sauerkraut-I hate the smell and taste of that stuff, but it’s supposed to be good luck!