One down, one to go.
The best part about Christmas being over is that New Year’s Eve and Day are soon to pass as well. The sad part about all that is, once they’re gone, life goes back to normal, and the winter blahs set in.
Set in, you say? I already HAVE the winter blahs.
But enough about that. Let’s talk about New Year’s Eve. Who’s doing what, who’s going where, who’s doing who.
OK, maybe not so much of the who’s doing who. That remains to be decided as the night goes on, after all. Unless, of course, you’re already committed to a “who,” in which case you already know who you’re doing. And in my case, that means nobody as usual.
Ugh, stop being so gloomy, Rick.
Yes, I’m talking to myself in the third person. Get over it. Sometimes I need to be my best (and only) cheerleader, and sometimes that means I need to give myself some tough love. Who else do I have to do it, anyway?
See, there I go again, being all gloomy and crap.
I’m rambling. And babbling. Somebody slap me.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, New Year’s Eve. That day-before-a-holiday where (if you’re fortunate enough, of course,) everyone whoops it up and gets plastered, doing (or wanting to do) all the crazy, debaucherous things they have waited to do all year long, and not worrying about the consequences. Spend outrageous amounts of money on cover charges? Done that!! Attend private parties at the homes of people you don’t even know? Done that!! Throw your own New Year’s Eve celebration? Done that!! Spend New Year’s Eve alone? Done that!!
This year I’ll be with a few of my friends as we party-hop around the town. It should be fun, but I don’t expect anything tohappen. After all, life is not about expectations… it’s about going with the flow. Right?
Of course, most of my friends are in Mexico right now soaking up the sun, laying on beaches and sipping Margaritas. Must be nice.
So what are you doing for New Year’s Eve? And what are some of your big plans for the upcoming year? My big plan– to join Weight Watchers. I’ve seen far too many people drop the pounds and looking great lately. I want to be one of them. By this time next year, I’ll be so HOT you won’t be able to touch me. (Yeah right!)
Sorry for the dripping sarcasm. I’m just kind of blah today and needed something to spice things up. 🙂