For this baby boomer, New Year’s gets old!

Call it bah humbug if you like, but here at BoomerCafé, we find ourselves agreeing with Los Angeles blogger Richard Basis about the big celebrations on New Year’s Eve. Been there, done that. Don’t need to be there or do that any more.

I honestly can’t remember most New Year’s Eves in my life.

Not because I was drinking so much, but because I’m over 60 and there have been so many. With few exceptions, they have been either unremarkable, anti-climactic, or so lonely and pathetic that I don’t even want to talk about it.

Don’t get me wrong. I love any excuse to eat fun foods, drink alcohol, and celebrate a contrived tradition that has no real meaning for me. But at this point in my life, although I want to be invited to every party, I just don’t want to go to them.

It seems it’s the young who always eagerly await this overly hyped annual event called New Year’s Eve. Those of us who have lived through enough of them have come to see them as the inevitable passing of another year, capped off by a perfunctory need to make a big deal out of it. It’s one of those fun things in life that most of us eventually outgrow, like ordering off the kids’ menu or having wet dreams.

Celebrating New Year’s Eve has become a sobering metaphor for how we age through the decades. In our 20s, we want to party-hardy (as we used to say). We want to go out to celebrate, get drunk with friends, have indiscriminate sex with strangers, and ideally black-out completely so we don’t have to live with the shame of our reckless behavior.

In our 30s, we’re perfectly happy to spend a cozy evening at home with our partners, some good wine and perhaps a few intimate friends. We don’t want to drive because suddenly we’re concerned about all those drunks on the road and we start saying things like, “New Year’s Eve is amateur night.”

Richard Basis

By the time we reach our 40s, we really don’t give a shit anymore. We just want to stay home and avoid the craziness (although preferably not alone, because otherwise, you could wind up throwing a pity-party for one). We feel smarter than all those people on TV who are trying so hard to have a good time that they’re willing to stand outside in the freezing cold for hours. Instead of wanting to go to loud places, the noise from our neighbor’s party is actually starting to annoy us.

Somewhere in our 50s, we find ourselves struggling just to stay up until midnight. At least, here on the West Coast, we can watch the nine o’clock feed of the Times Square ball drop and call it a night.

So for those of you who are still young enough to make the attempt, knock yourselves out. Dick Clark would be proud of you. (Of course if you’re that young, you probably don’t know who Dick Clark was.) For those of us who are too old to care anymore, that’s okay too. Release yourself from any pressure to celebrate outside your comfort zone. There’s nothing wrong with watching a good Marx Brothers movie marathon on TCM.

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4 Comments

  1. My sentiments exactly! But I was stubborn about staying up until midnight until about 5 years ago—at which time I said, “Screw it! I’m going to bed!” Never stayed up since. But I live on the West Coast also, and am happy to watch the Times Square hysteria from my couch!

  2. I just was wondering if I could slice up that “why-would-anyone-send-me-a-fruitcake” fruitcake to pass off as a potluck supper contribution to an annual contradance and potluck we go to each New Year’s Eve but on the same brainwave I was also thinking I would leave before midnight so I did not have to partake in the sparkling apple cider toast and singing of a silly song of joy, joy, joy that is in too high a key to sound good. Even with great live music and “you-don’t-have-to-dress-fancy” attire (actually one would break one’s ankle if any shoes other than non-skid dance shoes are worn…thank heavens heels don’t exist!) and folks I may only see at this annual event although I’ve known for decades, “traditions” do eventually get old. Or is it just “us”?

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