How do you celebrate New Year’s Eve at home?

I sit up and watch TV, and when 12:00 comes, I have a shot of spiced rum.

Just sit home and chill out, unless I’m working. Maybe have a beer and then hit the hay after seeing the New Year in. Better to avoid the Good OL’ Boys who had a few too many.

Stay home, bed by 9:00 PM.

We stay up watching movies or the ball drop, maybe drinks. I’ll get snacks like Cheetos puffs or chips with dip, etc… thing’s I don’t normally buy to make it fun.

Don’t forget to sweep your floors and put your black-eyed peas on. Doesn’t hurt to sage either! :)

Welcome to Fluther, @Chestnut!

Watch the TV celebrating. Sparkling cider.
Snacks
Sometimes a discussion about the past year, and thoughts and hopes about the year ahead.

Football and food.

Usually, we ignore it’s New Years for the most part. Maybe tune in now and then to watch some of the coverage, or to watch the ball drop in NYC is we are awake. It was easier when we lived in central time.

My husband’s family eats a dozen grapes for good luck in the year, so sometimes I buy grapes, but half the time my husband doesn’t eat them anyway.

A couple of years prior to covid I went out dancing here where I live, but home by 9:30. I didn’t go to a special party, just the usual dancing we have here every night.

When I was younger I some years went to a party or night club or to see friends, and a couple of times with my inlaws, but most years I’ve been home.

I don’t like being out on New Years very much. You’re expected to stay late, you’re expected to kiss (which is fine with my husband, but still I don’t like the expectation) people usually drink too much, the roads aren’t safe driving, cops are out watching the roads or have roads blocks, too many negatives.

I call family and watch the fireworks on the tv or earlier countries. Then wait till 12am in my region do the countdown. Then go to sleep.

I watch the year in review on tv.

My husband and I used to go to parties, just as we both had when single. They grew dull after my husband stopped drinking, so we stayed home. I liked that better anyway. Not much of a party girl.

We’d watch movies until close to the hour, wait for the ball to drop, and then stay long enough to hear Guy Lombardo and the Royal Canadians play “Auld Lang Syne” at the Waldorf Astoria. Later we went with Dick Clark, but his successors and their shows have all been awful. So…we watched the time and date turn over on his phone and then went back to the movie.

This year…I don’t know. I might just go to bed.

The last minutes of 2021 will see me seated on my couch at home alone and watching the BBC Hogmanay programme as I have done for the last dozen years or so. I will have can of Peroni beer and a packet of crisps and will text family and friends to wish them a happy new year and that will be it. I will be in bed before 01:00.

New Year’s Eve has never meant much to me and these years even less. I did have plans to go out to a restaurant very early in the evening and then be home but they were canceled by the friends out of Covid fears and I agreed. I’ll probably do what I do most evenings, read some by the fire, watch a movie or something, eat supper. I’m not expecting to stay up til midnight, I don’t see the point this year.

I used to go to a friend’s house for lobster dinner, so now at home I do some kind of seafood dinner, watch a movie, maybe some of the Twilight Zone marathon, drink some prosecco, maybe a last shot of Christmas music. Midnight is not a stretch for me when I can sleep in.

They normally set off fireworks around here (which can sound like gunshots at times, and gunshots in this town are a regular occurrence). It traumatizes the dog, and we’re not fans either.

Basically we wait until the fireworks are over, then go to bed. New Years is something to endure.

Used to bang pots and pans together and bellow “Happppy New Year!”
Pretty sure I’ll be in bed this year.

I forgot to mention that some chips and onion dip are a necessity, the movies have to be old (and some of them got to be old just by sitting there), and I did buy myself a little half bottle of sparkling rosé to sip at midnight.

Dinner will be salmon fillet pan fried and then put wasabi / mayo on it and put in 350* F oven until it hits serving temp. Steamed rice and peas. Prosecco will be served.

Don’t forget the black eye peas. for luck.

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That’s tomorrow; black peas (Hopping John) and greens with a stuffed pork loin wrapped in bacon weave.

For luck. Stupid typos.

What’s with the black eyed peas??

@Dutchess_III My Old Pappy, my real one, not the other one, always told us that it was good
luck to eat black eye peas on New Years. You never heard that Dutchy? Dad was a military guy, not much given to flights of fancy. Unless it was something he heard when he was a kid himself.

When served with greens (collards, mustard or turnip), black-eyed peas represent coins and greens represent paper money.

I like where this question went. This is all so interesting! :)

Well I want black eyed peas but not collard greens. Are black eyed peas any good?

I make mine with dried bell pepper flakes, dried onion flakes, bacon bits and a little hot sauce.

@Dutchess_III Dang right they are good, can’t beat them with a stick. You never had black eye peas? Surely thou jest?

Black eyed peas are beans. They have a dark spot on them. I bet you’ve had them, and just called them beans.

Beans, beans, the magical fruit.

The more ya eat ‘em the more you poot…