Ironically, my wife and I spent that night eating dinner that had been delivered from Aux Armes d’Bruxelles, a Michelin-star restaurant in town that also did catering … for a fee. Afterwards, we had champagne and profiteroles (a scrumptious Belgian bakery dessert with ice cream filling), and then walked around on the street around the church near our neighborhood for about an hour.
Everyone else was having NYE parties, and when the time came they were all shouting “Bonne Anneé!” (the French-language equivalent of “Happy New Year!”). And we shouted that back at them.
I don’t remember, there might have been a little snow that night. Or maybe it was just typical Belgian cold winter weather.
But, we were prepared to leap into action, if we got the call. Of course, the call never came.
We just had a really good private party with just me and my wife.