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*This is the first entry for the new 2021 podcast Failing Better -- where successful people talk about the time things went wrong. Look for it soon at failingbetterpodcast.com
The party didn't happen this year. In the tradition of my parents, each January 1st my husband and I fill our home to the brim with good food and good people. Our annual New Year's Day open house has become so popular with friends that people have to squeeze through sideways to make their way from the living room to the kitchen to get their cocktails from my husband. If you arrive early you may get a coveted space by the Christmas tree. Guests can also be found leaning against walls and furniture or perched in deep conversation on stairs, and their coats form a small mountain on our bed. On the upstairs landing people jockey for a spot on the small couch or draw up their knees on the floor while others belt out show tunes at the piano (Did I mention we are theater people? Oh, well – we are theater people). On New Year's Day, the house is just the way I like it – full of love and music and laughter. On days like this, the first failures of the year may pass barely noticed. A botched cocktail, a spill on the couch, calling someone's new girlfriend by the wrong name. Not great, but easily fixed and forgivable. It's a fresh new year and we're doing what we love to do – making people happy. And that, it seems to me, is one of the best possible ways to start a new year. I wonder sometimes, if parties like this are entirely a thing of the past. In the post-Covid years, will anyone still want to pack together like sardines, brushing up against 15 other people for a pomegranate-champagne cocktail?
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