
Hi! My name is Angela and I'm a stay at home mom, wife, writer, event planner, maid and every other role that life brings.Join me as I rant and rave about the things that life brings to my doorstep 
Blog hopping reveals a lot of stories being shared of New Year's Eve celebrations. Allow me to share mine:
For this New Year's Eve, we went over to my family's house for media noche. Usually, the whole of Dec 31 sees the entire street closed and people congregated in front of our gates playing games that my family hosts. This will be capped by a joint dinner at 9 pm before tables are set up for drinks and firecracker/fireworks viewing. It has always been like that for the past 12 years and truly, New Year's celebrations at our place is one of the more livelier parties in the entire subdivision.
But that's not what my story is about. My story is about the ways people create noise to welcome the New Year and supposedly drive away the bad spirits.
At the stroke of midnight, people usually fire up the most spectacular displays of fireworks and the most scandalous and air polluting firecrackers money can buy. Kids may be seen holding up Roman candles or lusis or even blowing tooters and horns.
At least that's what most regular people do.
My mom can be quirky this way. She absolutely presses long and hard on the car horns of all the vehicles parked in the garage. This past New Year, she was doing that while happily blowing on two very loud horns at the same time.
Now I'm not really a grinch and all and you might be thinking how spoilsport ko naman e nagce-celebrate lang. Oh sure, this year it was okay and even funny if you think of it...
...but about 10 years ago, it sure as hell wasnt. (Now this is my story)
Why?
Because my room is the one directly in front of the garage. The front of both cars parked in it are literally just a foot or two away from my bedroom window with my bed directly beneath that window.
Ten years ago, I was in that room so thankful at having got two babies (Nona who was just four months at that time and someone else's...I forget whose. It was my cousin's I think.) to go to sleep on my bed despite all the noise and smoke outside after an hour of alternately rocking and singing them to sleep. (C'mon man, its not like babies are expected to stay up and eat media noche while inhaling the fumes from all the fireworks and all)
Ten years ago, at the stroke of midnight, my very exuberant and excited mother alternately leaned on her and my dad's cars' bad ass horns (theyre both BIG vehicles) that were parked in the garage for about 2 minutes at a time...and hell it went for a really looooong time.
Ten years ago, the two infants I had painstakingly put to bed burst out screaming their faces a most alarming shade of purple along with the blaring car horns.
I swear that was one of the rare moments when I felt I could have cheerfully wrung my mom's neck.
See how memorable that was (obviously still is)?
Made me decide there and then that should there be babies in the future, we are so staying at home for New Year's Eve. Dalaw na lang kami kinabukasan 