The party doesn't have to end at Midnight.

Suburban Chicago, January 1, 1962. Midnight has come and gone because there are streamers on the Rec Room floor. My Mom dances with Vytenis, the husband of her best friend Donna. On the television rests my beloved, stuffed dog that one Sunday disintegrated in the washing machine.

Here are two more images from this 1962 party. Mom later wore that dress again here.