Why you ask? Have no fear, dear reader, I am about to share.
My dad grew up across the street from motel run by a big Italian family near Cedar Point. He befriended one of their nine children and they've been best friends ever since. Every year, this humongous family hosts a New Year's bash. Since the hotel closes during the winter season when Cedar Point closes, family and close family friends take over the hotel for the night. The hotel restaurant, also run by family becomes party central.
It was a night to look forward to for my whole family. You see, I was traumatized as a child and given a strict 8 p.m. bedtime even when all my friend's bedtimes were later because all my younger siblings would "get jealous" if I went to bed any later than they. Anyway, this was the one night where the bedtime rule was out the window and running around a hotel until ridiculous hours of the morning was acceptable.
To celebrate this, we each got a new pair of pajamas every year. The only pair I really remember were Mickey Mouse, of which I can find no picture
I could retell stories for pages and pages, but basically it was the most exciting night of the year for a 10-year-old with no bedtime.
We stopped going quite a few years back. My sibs and I realized that we were missing parties at home with friends. Looking back on it I wish we'd spent a few more years there, but the memories are cherished none the less.
Enjoy your last hours of this year and be safe tonight!