I am staying home tonight. Alone.
And, I’m OK with it. In years past I’ve done the Boston First Night scene, complete with gawking at ice sculptures, applauding the Times Square ball dropping, watching fireworks over the city, drinking champagne, and kissing a girl under mistletoe.
At 39 and single, I rarely drink these days and the bar scene isn’t the same for me. I’d also rather stay warm than fight wind chills; and driving amid drunks isn’t the safest thing to do on the last night of the year.
While I will be alone, I won’t be lonely. Tonight *is* just another night, when you think about it, no different than nights that separate months. How often do you celebrate the end of April?
Here’s what I’m doing tonight:
1. Make myself an elaborate dinner
I enjoy cooking and I’ve never made veal marsala so I’m going to Whole Foods today to buy the necessary ingredients. I’m going to follow two recipes (for veal scallopini and chicken marsala) to create a combined dish.
Every great protein needs a side and the wild mushrooms are more of a topping, so I’m going to take out my spiralizer and pan fry long strands of zucchini as a “bed” for the veal to sit atop. It will be heavenly.
2. Make myself an elaborate dessert
For five months, I’ve lived a paleo lifestyle — eating predominantly fruits, vegetables, and proteins — and staying away from sugars and any foods that break down into sugar. I’ve lost about 20 pounds and 4 inches off my waist. My goal of going paleo was to continue eating healthy but also trim my obliques and this is successful.
I used to enjoy baking cookies and brownies and cupcakes; and while I recently bought almond flour, coconut flour, and arrowroot flour, I have yet to use them. Tonight is that occasion as I don my baking apron and create paleo peppermint mocha cupcakes!
There will be plenty of leftovers to share with friends in the coming days. Who wants one?
3. Drink a glass of port
The port will be part of the above marsala dish, so while the veal is cooking, I’ll be drinking.
4. Go to sleep at a normal hour
I might watch a Netflix movie but will otherwise stay away from the Ryan Seacrest silliness and rest my head around the time I usually go to bed. I’ll call my grandma to say hi and will phone some other friends who I know are also doing the solo thing.
Tomorrow is a Thursday and I’ll set my alarm to get up, go to the gym, come back to shower and eat and start finding a job. (Here’s my ideal job description, by the way.)
My first day of 2015 will be hangover-free and fueled by productivity to embrace the year with passion and open arms. I’ve taught myself in recent months, as my bestest friends are either married or in heavy relationships with significant others, that if nobody brings me flowers I might as well plant my own garden. And that’s what I’m doing.