High Party Season comes to an end. Finally.

I can't wait for the ridiculously hyped optimism, desperate inspirational-ism and crushingly festive expectations to be Yesterday.

Just like the other hits in the Parade of Impossible Expectations (Valentine's Day being the poster child) -- NYE is just another day that has been held hostage by commercialism, guilt, blame, expectation and excess. "Look happy, see, and nobody get hurt, ya hear??"

We're going to put a nice, solid, suburban/family spin on it this year. Getting out of the big city (that I love more than life itself) and away from the limos and the $150 party tickets and the crowds and instead....doing the nibbles & bubbly and a backyard jam session with some other old folks. I plan to wear my hippest pair of sneakers and maybe throw on some perfume.

Celebrate with the intention of enjoying tomorrow just a little more than today. That's my general outlook anyway, why should this night be any different?!

Namaste. One day at a time.