New Years Eve Superstitions And Traditions That We All Swear By Because They Work
We all know that the magic of Jan. 1 is the promise of a fresh slate with mint new opportunities for love, dinero y good luck. Most people get drunk and kiss someone while they watch a giant ball drop in New York.
Latinos have a whole different method to ensure good luck, safe travels and hot sex in the new year and nobody else will understand.
If you’re Camila Cabello, you tweet this every year.
In 2016, she admitted the superstitions got to her and now she feels morally obligated to tweet that every year. I get it. Traditions make the magic happen. We bet she does literally all of this, too.
We get drunk off coquito and stuff our bodies with leftover tamales/pasteles.
You make enough tamales or pasteles at Buena Noche to last you until NYE because if your body doesn’t enter the New Year with food so entrenched in tradition, you get the same creepy feeling Camila gets when she considers not tweeting about her last shower. You just do it. You eat and get drunk.
Because we reuse everything, you also make sure everybody gets a chupito de coquito.
I don’t know what all this is, but we’re here for the Bacardi and we’re not going to drink it straight. Do as our ancestors taught us and prosper.
You eat 12 grapes at midnight.
One for every month of the year. Most of us make a wish for every month if we’re coherent enough to form thoughts.
Before the festivities, you scrub that house clean.
Because we’re all about the metaphors and superstitions. Clean the juju out of su casa unless you want to carry it all with you into the new year.
And then toss the dirty water out the window.
*NOT* down the drain. The superstition is if you throw the bucket of dirty water out the window, that’s what officially washes you of bad juju.
Oh and before midnight, you do one last sweep.
We’re nothing if not thorough. Plus, it’s a way to make sure the kids know that they’re always on the clock.
Lentejas bring you good luck so eat the most.
You also warn your date that the farts will be with them tonight, but it’ll all be worth it because you’re about to be their good luck charm in 2019. Come, come, come.
You run around the barrio with your luggage.
Well, that’s what we all know we’re supposed to do, but we’re all too lazy and proud to actually go outside and do it. So you run around the house with your luggage so that your year is blessed with travels. It works!
Wear white for prosperity. Never wear black.
Maybe it’s the Santería in us, maybe it’s the Brazileño, but wherever this superstition comes from, we abide by its laws. The luck of the new year is all in the color of su ropa.
Want your year de amor? Wear red underwear.
For some reason, our parents will be the first to tell you that if you wear red underwear, you’ll attract your soulmate in the next year. “It’s the law of attraction,” they say.
Want that money? Wear fresh yellow panties.
I know. I hate the word ‘panties,’ too, but this is the script in the Great Book of Superstitions. They all say to wear yellow panties if you want good fortune next year. Don’t shoot the messenger.
Another way to earn that dough is by holding silver coins in your hand at midnight.
I mean, this one makes sense–if you follow the Law of Attraction. Make it rain, 2019.
Screw your left foot. You’re standing on your right at midnight to start the year off right.
Just like we all know to walk onto an airplane with your right foot for life-saving luck, we all know to flamingo it up at midnight. Raise your hand if you made a fool of yourself the first NYE with blanquitos. 🙋🏽
Burn your enemies. Literally.
Burn photos of the men that ghosted you, of the boss who unfollowed you on social media, of every resentment you hold dear in your heart from this terrible, terrible year. Don’t carry it with you–let the fire take it all.
Palo Santo your entire home and cuerpo.
Some of us use sage but most of us use Palo Santo. We flood the house with it’s purifying smoke to rid the house of ghosts, bad energy, etc. to make room for the good that’ll come with the new year.
Every single light must be on in the house at midnight.
It’s the one time of year your mami isn’t running around, turning off lights, yelling, “Y que? Piensas que soy un banco?” It “brightens” the new year.
Quick! Do three squats.
Well, it’s more like, get off your ass and stand up. Now sit back down and do that three more times. Voila! You’re going to get married next year. De nada.
It’s 2018 so we’re creating new traditions.
Honestly, mosre people need to get in on this one.
I’ll be saving my energy to smash white corporate supremacy in 2019, hbu?
What crazy traditions will you keep and which will you bury? Comment below!