I've always had a rather odd relationship with New Year's Eve. While for some people it's a "big" and "important" night out, it's never really been that much of a big deal for me.
Years ago, when I lived in Spain, the New Year's Eve parties were something I really looked forward to. We'd start the evening with drinks around the Plaza Mayor before heading for dinner with my girlfriend's entire family. As midnight approached bowls of grapes would be distributed to all present and we'd try to eat a grape for each "bong" of the bell televised live from Madrid. After the traditional grapes mess - and it was always an amusing mess - we'd then break up into our respective groups and we'd make our way to the various parties and other things we'd arranged.
We'd party until the early hours before making our way back, possibly stopping for fresh churros, and collapsing into bed.
When I lived in Italy the NYE events were varied, but there was always something fun to attend.
But I haven't lived in Spain or Italy for over 10 years now.
For the last 10+ years I've spent most New Year's Eve somewhere in Ireland. And while I've always enjoyed myself it's never been a "big deal".
Last night, for example, I was staying in a hotel near Dublin airport, as I had a relatively early flight this morning. So I had a simple, yet tasty, dinner in the hotel's bar and then retired to my room. I saw in the new year via the BBC's showing of the fireworks in London. (They were spectacular by the way).
Maybe next year I'll do something completely different .. Maybe I'll go somewhere "cool" or "exciting" or maybe I won't .. who knows? 🙂