New Year’s Eve I know I’ll spend New Year’s Eve right where I belong: behind the bar with a bottle opener in my back pocket and a martini shaker in my hand.
The DJ hadn’t even started, so I thought I had some time before amateur hour began. I was wrong.
Salem was expected to have 100,000 people milling around this year, and my friend Meg and I wanted to make sure we procured some bar seats in town. We settled into our watering hole and downed pumpkin ales and shots of Fireball.