I’ve been lucky. I’ll be lucky again. – Bette Davis
Last night as the ball dropped and we had less than a minute before we rang in 2011, my guy and I ate 12 grapes. Each.
We were supposed to swallow them but to be honest, I’m not quite sure I managed to eat five before the ball finished dropping. Oh, to be under so much pressure.
Ever since I was 11 and my dad took me to his parent’s house on New Year’s Eve, I’ve partaken in the Spanish tradition of swallowing 12 grapes for luck on New Year’s Eve.
For the second year, I’ve roped my guy into that tradition because who doesn’t need a little bit of luck.