Ryan and the Technicolor Wardrobe
Short Stories and Essays

I’ve never been able to find my niche with New Years Eve. It sounds silly, but I don’t think I’ve ever spent it with the same people or doing the same thing. Sure, there’s a countdown at some point but that’s it (and on the west coast, it’s on a tape delay). I don’t even sing Auld Lang Syne or come up with crazy resolutions that I will forget about after a couple of months, I just go through the motions and that kind of makes me sad.  Spending New Years alone wouldn’t be as depressing as say, spending Thanksgiving for Christmas alone, but it’s definitely a day you’re supposed to be with friends and like a lot of people in their 20s, I guess I have a revolving door of friends.

So a couple of years ago on New Years Eve, I decided that I’d make an honest effort to find some sort of tradition that I can carry with me in my single years. I can’t say I’ll be spending New Years Eve ’10 with the same people that I spent New Years Eve ’09 or 08 with but I think it’ll be safe to say that this year, like the others, I will be able to find someone to enjoy some scotch with.

I’ve started getting into scotch a couple of years ago and it’s been an exciting journey. I haven’t been drinking alone, I’ve been mostly drinking scotch with friends, or while chatting with a friend online. In 2008, I decided to cap 2008 with a bottle of Johnny Walker Green at a friend’s apartment. While perhaps not a “high roller” bottle of scotch, it was more “higher end” than anything I’d previously experienced and I found it fitting to end the year with something new, and since we ended 2008 with something new, 2009  ended up with something likewise, a bottle of Johnny Walker Gold. (*Disclaimer, we didn’t drink the entire bottle of Green that night nor did we drink the entire bottle of Gold.  Scotch is not meant to be downed or shot.)

It would be nice to have some sort of tradition where the bottle of scotch would be upgraded every year to signify prosperity.  Unfortunately that would be a tradition that might be too difficult to uphold.  The price jump from a bottle of green to gold is about 20-30 dollars which is manageable, but but the jump from a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue is almost double the price of a bottle of Gold.  I could always switch to a different label of Scotch, but that just opens up a whole new can of worms.  Whatever direction I go, I’m probably going to hit a price point that I can’t justify, at least for the foreseeable future.

Traditions aren’t necessarily supposed to be easy, so it’ll be interesting to see how much longer I can keep this tradition for, and if I have to say “goodbye” to this one, hopefully I will fine a new and better tradition that I can try carry on for the rest of my life.  Either way, I just hope that I’ve found a group of friends that I’ll be spending New Years Eve with for many more years to come, because as my 20s start to wind down, finding that special group of people seems to be like the one thing that I’ve been missing all along.