We usually do . . . something . . . to celebrate New Year's Eve. Sometimes parties. Sometimes just staying home. Usually going out for dinner. (That's our recent MO: a special dinner with friends at Food Dance - one of our favorite Kalamazoo restaurants.) Whatever we do . . . we always watch the ball drop and count down to the new year together.
Nice . . . in that kind of quiet and predictable way.
But. It wasn't always like that!
Let's just send the clock back to . . . 1979 . . . shall we? Back when this guy (looking a bit Luke Skywalker-ish) and this girl (with her Farrah-'do and oh-my-god-painter's pants) were A Thing.
Yep. Tom and I were reunited for Christmas break (he was a senior at Boise State University; I was a junior at the University of Wyoming) -- and we were headed off to San Francisco for the New Year.
Because . . . why not?
A friend of ours - Steve - was headed to San Franciso for a medical school interview. And he needed driving help. (Isn't this how many adventures happen???) Tom and I and another friend - Dave - were only too happy to oblige. It became our most memorable New Year's Eve ever.
We drove through the night, made a stop in Reno (where the boys all had fun gambling and I got kicked out of every casino we visited -- because they were all 21 - but I was not), and ended up in San Francisco.
While Steve interviewed, Tom and Dave and I took in the city.
We visited Golden Gate Park (in the fog).
We climbed Coit Tower and enjoyed its exquisite views.
And this land-locked Illinois-to-Wyoming girl saw the ocean for the first time in her life.
This is Seal Rock -- (where we actually did see seals).
And we spent some time on Baker Beach.* (The waves kind of freaked me out -- because it was cold and I didn't want my shoes to get wet.)
And then - best of all - we celebrated New Year's Eve with the crowds (throngs) on the streets of San Francisco.
It was SO AWESOME -- and so adventurous -- to welcome 1980 this way.
I'll never forget . . . me and the boys . . . on the streets of San Francisco. No other New Year's Eve party or gathering will really compare.
*How do I remember - after 37 years - exactly where we were in San Francisco on that trip? Why . . . because I made sweet little notes on the back of each trip photo.
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