New Year's is my least favorite holiday. In fact, I detest the Eve, the Day and the whole first week of the year, each year, every year. I am always annoyed with the false merriment and the countdown, the stupid hats and obnoxious noisy implements. I also dislike "having" to drink and make merry. I resent having to make resolutions or even pretend to think about them. Yes, the whole New Year ring out the old bring in the new fest gets my vote as the shittiest excuse ever for a celebration.
That said, no, I didn't take a single photo of bubbly champagne, exotic martinis or elegant hors doerves. We didn't go out this year and I refused to watch that stupid ball thing drop or those idiotic TV specials. I did kiss W4D at midnight but it was a sweet old married peck, without tongue. I really hate having to kiss when the exact moment is set in stone. At 12:05AM, 01/01/2007, I marched myself upstairs, put on my flannel nightie and pulled the covers over my head.
New Year's Day dawned warm and balmy and we went to a nice party at June and Bill's where about 50 friends enjoyed many libations, good conversation and a fab traditional Southern New Year's dinner on a huge patio under the trees with linens and real china and crystal. Being a guest is my idea of a great NY Day. The Flaurella will always attend parties on New Year's Day since that means she does not have to cook the hoppin' John nor the greens. To not consume the traditional Southern dinner of collards and black-eyed peas and pork and cornbread would be taking a terrible risk and I don't plan to ever find out what might happen if I don't eat and enjoy the proper lucky foods on the first day of the year.
I still hate the idea of New Year's.
Yes, I am in a foul and grumpy mood.
No, I didn't make any damned resolutions.
No, there will not be any steenkin' photos until I get over my new year's funk.
And yes, I really do love collard greens. I make collards every few weeks during the winter when they are abundant. When I made them a few weeks ago, I made them with white wine and they were really good, if not traditional. And that, reminds me of the worst part about New Year's Day parties.