I stayed in on New Year’s Eve and it was awesome.
First of all, January 1st 2017 marks two years since I’ve had a drink and I feel pretty chuffed about that accomplishment. In fact, it blows people’s minds when I tell them that yes I have managed to enjoy myself, be social, have fun times and not get wasted for two years.
New Year is always a big deal. Perhaps less so the older one gets but still everyone always asks you what you did and was it the best night ever? It’s like this social rite of passage we have with each other where half the time people are probably going to places for NYE just to tell the story the next day.
Again, perhaps less as you get older. The perception that you had an incredible, out of this world NYE is important right? And the pressure to do something amazing is definitely still there.
December 31st, I find myself, for the second year in a row sitting in an Italian restaurant in South East Asia with my fiancée. Last year it was in Phuket, Thailand, before buying our own fireworks and setting off a love lantern across the ocean at midnight. (Ours blew over in the wind and was accidentally set completely on fire and burned into a pile of ash, by the way, of which we had to put out by kicking sand onto it).
This year it’s Seminyak, Bali. Between sips of my custom mocktail and shudders from the very close range fireworks being set of every 10 seconds from literally across the street, it was the perfect setting for a lovely NYE dinner.
We chatted about the year gone by, the year ahead, the twists and the turns that we never predicted, the upcoming nuptials and we decided to do things a little differently, which is becoming a theme. (Post continues after gallery.)