So here I am, the night before New Years Eve, contemplating whether or not I want to wear heels to the party I'm attending (*Deciding whether or not to wear heels to any event for me is like asking me whether I would enjoy a swift kick to the face. 9 times out of 10, the answer is no). While pondering the fate of my poor feet, I was also bombarded by thoughts of what the party would be like. Call me uncool......but this is the first real New Years Eve party I have ever attended. Most years, my New Years is spent watching the ball drop on the television with my family. It's also spent, strangely, with me laying face down on the ground. My mom is absolutely convinced that a stray bullet from nearby rowdy revellers might come through a window and smite me down, so she makes us lay on the ground to get out of harms way. We live in a nice neighborhood and all, but she is always worried, just like clockwork.
Anyway, as I thought about the party (which is boasted to include fireworks, tons of games, and loads of food), my mind somehow wandered to the thought of what I would be doing when the clock strikes twelve. Sadly, this year, it pains me to say..................I'm single.....
I know that having a significant other isn't a prerequisite for partaking in New Years merriment, but it still feels, I don't know, off to me. I blame this on media representations of what a truly "rockin" New Years entails.
It never fails. There is always a large party already in motion. Booze is flowing like water, and so is the confetti. Suddenly everyone notices that it's close to midnight. Everyone huddles around the TV, watching as the ball drop is about to begin. Then, it starts;10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! People lose their minds. People make toasts, sing Auld Lang Syne, and above all else..........kiss each other
As trivial as it may be, I would like that, to kiss the one I care about (at the moment anyway) as we bring in the new year. Of course there are alternatives. I could pull the ole "make out with a complete random stranger" or "hug your best gal pal as a substitute" or the best one "talk to the house plant while completely intoxicated" maneuver (*Don't pretend you haven't done that one before. We've all had our moment with a really "understanding" fern tree once. I am just woman enough to admit it).
As I toss around these options in my head, I become aware of the fact that none of them are appealing offers. So, what's a girl to do?
I'm not quite sure yet about it. I don't want to be a complete floozy around my friend's other guests, yet I don't want to be the awkward loner, mysteriously canoodling with the vase full of flowers either. That is why I leave the decision to you, my dear patrons. Any suggestions about ways to make the New Years moment not so bland?
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I've been with my boy for 4 years, and we have yet to be together for New Years. My solution is to head to the bars w/ my single gal friends and all the gay/ questionably metro guys I somehow know and not drink. Watching them all hook up at midnight is hilarious, and I can usually win some pool games when everyone's that wasted. This year my best friend tried to kiss me a little too passionately at midnight... thank God she was too drunk to aim properly and I managed to keep it on the cheek!
I hate these high-pressure coupling holidays! V-day's coming up, and we'll probably stay home, eat ice cream, and watch awful movies.
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