Am I the only one that finds the pressure to have The Time Of Your Life Baby! on New Years Eve totally tired? Don't get me wrong--I love to drink Champagne and streak the beach as much as the next person, but the fuss grosses me out. I've had a handful of good NYE experiences in my entire life, and most of them occurred on accident.
For example, once I went to a random club with my friend Liz and her brother where dollar bills fell from the ceiling at midnight and we stuffed money down our shirts. We bought rounds with it later. That kind of thing you just can't plan. Maybe I'm just getting older. I'm not sure what that means other than the fact that my liver can't take as much well whiskey as it used to.
So, this year should be a good one: heading to the beach with E and friends for the night. No stress about fighting the hoards to find the perfect bar choked with the perfect amount of hipsters for the place to qualify as a good time. Even typing that made me feel old. Maybe it's the Fleetwood Mac blasting at the cafe I'm sitting in? When I go to the restroom will my underwear be replaced with acrylic granny panties?
2010 should be a good one.
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What about cotton granny panties? Do they count? They are the only thing that will cover my holiday butt.
ReplyDeleteI agree about NYE. Low expectations are best. Things that were happy surprises about the party I was at: kazoos at midnight, a ridiculously big jar of pistachios, and a french bulldog in a jester suit. Things that were happy but not surprises at the party I was at: friends and an amazing boyfriend to kiss at midnight. Wish you had been there, too! Happy 2010!