Just Thinking....
...This is part of something I wrote a while back....and I thought some of it might be interesting to some people after last night....
Chapter Twelve: New Year’s Resolutions are made to be broken.
New Year’s Eve.
I always felt that New Year’s Eve is second only to Valentine’s day in that if you don’t have a date, you’re screwed, and not in a good way. It is a day to remind yourself that everyone else but you is in a happy relationship and will spend the next year building their futures. At least New Year’s Eve gives you a better excuse to get plastered beyond belief.
So, I will be attending an extraordinarily overpriced shin dig at a local bar. A mere $100 per person gets you an all-you-can-eat buffet, (if you can fight your way through the hundreds of people to get to it,) hours of DJ dancing, (if you can tolerate the last remaining DJ they could find on New Year’s Eve,) and an open bar, (If you like cheap rum, vodka and stale beer.) So, it’s going to be fantastic. At least I’ll have my girls, albeit they will be with their dates. Jake! Jake will be there; oh wait, he’ll be there with Melissa.
Of course, Albert is spending the evening with Amy. I’m sure they’re going somewhere quaint and intellectual.
I guess the only thing to do is start to drink cheap vodka. Hell, it’s free, oderless, and it doesn’t give you a hangover, (although there are definitely days that I question that statement.)
The trick tonight is finding something to wear. You want to be sexy and alluring, but you don’t want to look like a whore. I can’t wear black. Everyone wears black. Did you ever cosnider that New Year’s Eve is just one big funeral for the year that’s passed? Think about it. How many times have you heard, “I’m sure glad that this year is over. I hope next year has better things in store.”
And like a funeral, people reminisce about what has happened, the good times, the bad times. And EVERYONE wears black. It’s definitely a funeral. This year was so goddamn bad ; it doesn’t even deserve to be mourned. With all do respect, fuck you 2005, I’m weating red.
....And sometimes, I believe that's all completely true......
Chapter Twelve: New Year’s Resolutions are made to be broken.
New Year’s Eve.
I always felt that New Year’s Eve is second only to Valentine’s day in that if you don’t have a date, you’re screwed, and not in a good way. It is a day to remind yourself that everyone else but you is in a happy relationship and will spend the next year building their futures. At least New Year’s Eve gives you a better excuse to get plastered beyond belief.
So, I will be attending an extraordinarily overpriced shin dig at a local bar. A mere $100 per person gets you an all-you-can-eat buffet, (if you can fight your way through the hundreds of people to get to it,) hours of DJ dancing, (if you can tolerate the last remaining DJ they could find on New Year’s Eve,) and an open bar, (If you like cheap rum, vodka and stale beer.) So, it’s going to be fantastic. At least I’ll have my girls, albeit they will be with their dates. Jake! Jake will be there; oh wait, he’ll be there with Melissa.
Of course, Albert is spending the evening with Amy. I’m sure they’re going somewhere quaint and intellectual.
I guess the only thing to do is start to drink cheap vodka. Hell, it’s free, oderless, and it doesn’t give you a hangover, (although there are definitely days that I question that statement.)
The trick tonight is finding something to wear. You want to be sexy and alluring, but you don’t want to look like a whore. I can’t wear black. Everyone wears black. Did you ever cosnider that New Year’s Eve is just one big funeral for the year that’s passed? Think about it. How many times have you heard, “I’m sure glad that this year is over. I hope next year has better things in store.”
And like a funeral, people reminisce about what has happened, the good times, the bad times. And EVERYONE wears black. It’s definitely a funeral. This year was so goddamn bad ; it doesn’t even deserve to be mourned. With all do respect, fuck you 2005, I’m weating red.
....And sometimes, I believe that's all completely true......