“Run, Newman, run!!!” I yelled at the TV, an enormous slice of pizza hanging out of my mouth. Even though I knew the Dilophosaurus would eventually (*SPOILER ALERT!*) devour Dennis Nedry (Wayne Knight, who will always be Newman to me) in his car in Jurassic Park, my flannel pajama-ed tuches was on the edge of my sofa, my dog on my lap. I suddenly jolted as my phone rang, causing a pile of grated parmesan and crushed red pepper to spill onto my Ninja Turtle tank. I picked it up to hear my parents shriek, “HAPPY NEW YEAR to you and Jonah*! Hope you two are having fun tonight!” (*Totally not his real name, but a solid Jewish boy name, nonetheless.)
Oops! Sorry, Ryan Seacrest, my ATL homeboy – looks like I missed the ball drop. While I may have missed the countdown, I sure didn’t miss my boyfriend Jonah, who my family believed I was flying back just in time to share the holiday with after visiting them in Florida. However, the only nice Jewish boy I wanted to spend New Year’s Eve with was Jeff Goldblum, a.k.a. Dr. Ian Malcolm, alongside a sexy T-Rex or two. After a lot of reflection during my family vacation, I had decided to tell Jonah that I didn’t feel right driving up to celebrate (i.e., watch him ski while I willed away frostbite) with him and his family in the remote arctic tundra of their cabin in Vermont. We formally broke up over text the following morning, on New Year’s Day. We both knew it was time, and I know we were both relieved to not drag it out any longer.
The holiday season can be tough. I am overwhelmed with business this time of year, but it’s bittersweet: My heart breaks to have so many people sharing with me how lonely they feel and how badly they yearn to have someone with whom to share the holidays. Even friends of mine stuck in an unhappy relationship tell me they want to stick it out through Valentine’s Day because it’s a tough time to be alone. Considering two of my serious relationships ended on Thanksgiving and New Year’s, I am not one to shy away from breaking up if it’s right, no matter what time of year it is, but it wasn’t always that way for me.
On my last New Year’s Eve in Atlanta in 2009, my fourth in a row as a single adult, I remember staring down at the sad little maraschino cherry floating around in my vodka soda while I sat alone watching the ball drop on the big screen at Taco Mac, the sports bar below my apartment building. I also clearly remember just one year later, staring at a ginormous spider on the ceiling as I shivered myself to sleep in a frat house in Bumblef*ck, PA, after my 30-year-old BF overdid it in beer pong. Looking back over the past decade, I’ve got to say: the holidays are what you make ’em out to be. In fact, having a quiet cocktail at a cool bar on one of the most overhyped holidays of the year sounds awesome to me now, and a night of beer pong would actually be super fun (minus the spiders, please).
This week, I’ve received a lot of requests for tips on how to embrace being alone on the holidays, whether you’ve been detached for awhile, are anticipating impending singledom, or are in a long-distance sitch with your partner. I’ve found being single or stuck with some solo time on the holidays to be a truly unique opportunity to be both selfish and selfless, and I hope you find my list below helpful!
How to Celebrate the Season Solo
b.) Staycation. I LOVE being in NYC when no one else is. (By “no one”, I mean locals – NOT tourists. AVOID MIDTOWN!) The best sales are right after Xmas, and the lack of lines everywhere is pretty awesome. Trader Joe’s at 5pm on a Saturday, Cookshop brunch at 1 on Sunday, Barry’s Boot Camp after work, and that salon that always needs two weeks notice are all yours for the taking! Make a bucket list of things you always wanted to do in NYC, and knock it out. Have fun!
I hope you all see your glass of egg nog as half full this year:) Happy Holidays!