Today I'm taking part in a New Years Blog Hop. Here's how it works: I share a favorite New Years memory in this post, and everyone who comments will be entered in a random drawing. There are two fantastic prizes: a Kindle Fire and a $80 Amazon gift card. Yeah, I know - awesome! :) Plus, by commenting on this specific post, you'll be entered in a drawing for a copy of one of my books (your choice). Just be sure to leave your e-mail address or some method of contact in your comment so that you can be contacted if you win one of the prizes.
And after you read my tale of forbidden alcoholic fumes, don't forget to check out the directory of participating authors so you can visit their posts too. (The more comments you leave, the more entries you get in the Kindle / gift card drawing.)
Now for my New Years memory...
This happened a few years ago at a family New Years gathering. My younger brother was 16, and I was just old enough to escape our mom's holiday interference. Unfortunately for him, he was not.
As midnight approached, our aunt made the rounds with a bottle of champagne, pouring a modest amount into all our cups - just enough to toast in the New Year with. A mouse could have chugged one of those portions and still have been completely sober. Which is why it may come to a surprise to anyone who doesn't know my mom (and my aunt - her twin) that my aunt suddenly paused just as the champagne was about to flow into my brother's cup. "Suzie*, is it all right if he has some?" she asked, facing my mother with a look of genuine concern plastered across her face.
My mom actually thought about it. As my brother looked on with an expression of disbelief, our mother pondered the question before she reluctantly consented that he could have "just a little bit". (Meanwhile, our 12 year old girl-cousin is crowing in the background over her centimeter of holiday champagne.)
And so, my sixteen year old brother was demasculated by just a few words from our mom, in front of more than a dozen of our family members - definitely not his preferred way to begin the new year. He was so disgusted that he refused to drink any champagne and left the room, claiming that he couldn't be in close proximity to the champagne bottle, lest breathing a whiff of the alcoholic fumes cause him to become intoxicated.
Of course, being the good sister that I am, I tease him about fumes every New Year, and we all laugh. And we still don't drink champagne (which certainly isn't to say that there isn't any drinking at all).
*I called my mom 'Suzie', figuring she wouldn't want to be mentioned on this blog by her actual name. lol
What about you - any favorite New Years memories you'd like to share? Thanks for stopping by, and good luck in the drawing. ;)