On New Year's Eve, I texted my girlfriend to wish her a happy one and she quickly informed me it was not. So, rather than letting her bask in her sad state, I assured her, as soon as she returned from her holidays we would do a repeat.
So last Saturday night, we filled our house with good people, good food and good 80s tunes and pretended it was New Year's Eve all over again. We even had a fake countdown, with the help of an old "ball drop" video on YouTube, champagne, sound makers and sparklers. And, truth be told, as we went around the room hugging each other, it actually felt like New Years.