Bossy woke up thinking about New Year’s Eve, which is a coincidence since it is tonight.
Bossy never gave much weight to this night which every year makes Bossy rethink all the decisions she ever made and every path chosen and not chosen as well as wonder how to right the wrongs in the coming year while maintaining everyone’s happiness and earning her potential and what do you mean most people just like to drink champagne and kiss strangers?
Where was Bossy? Oh yes, Bossy was not giving weight to this weighty night.
Historically speaking, Bossy’s significant others have always been musicians who played New Year’s Eve, which perpetually left Bossy a midnight war bride, counting down the new year in the middle of a beer-drenched audience with a band mate’s girlfriend.
In Bossy’s married mom life, most New Year’s Eve celebrations have consisted of, let’s see, um. Actually Bossy can’t remember what she did for the bulk of two decades on New Year’s Eve.
The exception to this rule is the past few years, when Bossy has traipsed the convenient and cherished two-hundred paces to her friend Martha’s house to pass the night with warm friends and chilled martinis, and never the other way around:
And Bossy knows what you’re thinking, and she agrees. The end.
The fact is, it doesn’t get much better than passing New Year’s Eve at Bossy’s friend Martha’s house. So what was it about the following photo that made Bossy a little melancholy?
You are looking at, let’s see, what are you looking at? You are looking at a model you hope is nineteen but she’s actually sixteen in front of a white screen in a photography studio in that certain part of town where long ago cattle cars delivered to the meat-packing plants that are now million dollar condos.
But what the above photo symbolizes for Bossy is festive New Year’s Eve wear. And more specifically, Bossy’s lack of it. Shall we?
Bossy was thinking it would be fun to wear a sexy dress on New Year’s Eve. So let’s consider that item number one on her New Year’s Eve bucket list.
Caviar. You know it’s a delicacy when people can refer to it as fish eggs and it still sells for two-hundred dollars an ounce.
Not that there’s anything wrong with the Trader Joe’s spanakopita Bossy will shake from the oven foil and lovingly flip onto a serving platter for Martha’s house. Still: caviar. That could be considered item number two on Bossy’s New Year’s Eve bucket list.
Most of the other puzzle pieces for Bossy’s New Year’s Eve bucket list have always been close by, and simply need to be snapped into position:
In fact, there remains only one unknown regarding Bossy’s New Year’s Eve bucket list — and that unknown goes a little something like this:
Okay, council. What you got? What’s on your New Year’s Eve bucket list? And to all of you, from Camp Bossy, wishes for a happy happy New Year.