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It's nice to be back in Boston. Not for long, but it's still nice. It's supposed to be a crazy rest of the year and I think I'm going to bail on it. Last year, I went home, was a jerk to Travis, got angry, made out with two people who were completely off limits, drove back here post-new year's and flew out to Miami, completely unprepared and in self-destruction mode.
I refuse to do it again. If I can do ANYTHING, I can learn from at least ONE of my mistakes. I'm bailing on New Year's eve. Because you know why? There's all this pressure to ring in the new year and get drunk and for everyone to have fun, but I always find that someone wants to kiss this guy and you end up doing it or the person you "claimed" for yourself is off with what's her name. Someone always gets too drunk ("someone"), someone always gets upset, someone's not having fun, someone's off with her boyfriend and then they get into a fight. Something always happens. It's not fun.
Plus, I have no qualms about making out at bars, at parties, at outdoor bbqs, anywhere, so what the hell do I care if I make out with someone at midnight? I've made out with people at 10:01, 10:32, 11:05, 12:13, you get the point. I'd rather remove myself from any situation in which there's the potential to prove the fact that New Year's eve is never what you hoped it would be.
The holiday party I went to at Cora's, she was absolutely trashed. She ended up puking in one of those little plastic jack'o'lanterns (how do you spell that?) that you use to collect halloween candy. I was on hand at the time, I feel like someone puking is a fairly sobering experience. But it does kind of put a hold on having fun.
And as for Jenny's bachelorette. First of all, I am an amazing human being. Or I must truly like Jenny to the nth degree. I flew from Richmond to Rochester with a layover in Newark (gross). I don't live in Pittsford. I don't have a house in Pittsford. I would be visiting my hometown for less than 18 hours. And then driving the 6 hours (unless you're driving with Joan, who I absolutely love, but sometimes it's okay to drive OVER the speed limit). It didn't matter though. Jenny's family has been like a second family to me since I was 8 so I don't really even think I noticed until it was time to leave and I hadn't done everything I wanted to do.
So post-flying, we ran errands for the party, we being Jenny and me. This was a lot of fun because I got to catch up with my best friend by myself for awhile. I'm rather selfish about my friends. I love them collectively and we always have a good time in a big group, but I also need my one on one time with them. I was on my very best behavior because I'd psyched myself up for it. Not only do I really hate hosting parties, I really hate being rushed and not doing things on my own time. I'm rather OCD when it comes to party prep, everything has to be perfect. But I'd resigned myself to the fact that nobody had a clue what perfect was for a bachelorette party (this was our first one) so all I had to do was host something ridiculously fun and no one would be any the wiser. It worked.
Laur helped a ton. The pre-party was at her house and her mom and her had gotten together a great punch and some food and everything. It was just what we needed. Kristen Mossien, as busy as she was with her fam, was a champ in getting everything I'd asked of her done. Everyone sucked initially at the limo money, but they did okay eventually, even though they gave it to me at the party and while we were out. Which was wonderfully intelligent, me, drunk, holding $300 of cash/checks. So I had to be relatively in check of myself. Which I actually was.
Jenny had warned me that a few of her friends are big drinkers. I thought we were bad. We are babies in comparison. The pre-party lasted until 10:30 when the limo picked us up. By that point, Jenny was wearing the shirt I had given her with the word Bachelorette in pink sequins on it. She looked so pretty and Kristen had made her a little veil. My goal in planning the party was this. She should look absolutely beautiful and every guy out should be like crap,She'd also opened gifts (thank god people actually read my emails) from Beth, KTB and Joan and another from Kristin, consisting of fun bachelorette party stuff. We're talking penis straws and sexy underwear and a big pin that a boy spins and then it tells them to french kiss, kiss on the lips, kiss on the cheek, do other things, I really only paid attention to the kissing part. So that was fun.
Everyone was fairly buzzed by limo time except for J's one friend, Kristin. She was fall down drunk. Crashing into walls, taking pictures, telling everyone how much she liked them. We had champagne in the limo and then at the first bar (Blue Moon), we didn't quite make it. Kristin couldn't walk up the stairs and ended up falling down the other ones when I took her to the bathroom. We got kicked out. I took over babysitting responsibilities, which was okay at the time. I gave her water and we attempted bar number 2. JD Oxfords, where J & Mike met on my birthday. I was then relinquished of all drunk girl duties and got to spend time with everyone. We had so much fun at Oxfords. And Joan made out. And then we left to go to Barfly, which was EMPTY. So that sucked but nobody cared. We drank there for a little bit and then made an exec decision to head back to Pittsford for Thirsty's. It was like 12:30 at this point. Thirsty's was the most fun, I think. We took it over and then just scattered to talk to people we hadn't seen in forever. I don't get that anymore since I've moved and it was nice for me.
I drunk dialed Karl because Paul was out. I also drunk dialed Trav cuz Ray was out. Nobody showed up (it was like 1:30) but at least I tried. I also hugged Larissa and got to catch up with her. It's funny when you haven't seen someone in so long but you know that even though they've changed, there's still that same something that was in them when you became friends with them and you can still connect. I'm glad I got to see her. BUT the best part of the night was that I saw Dave Heal and got to talk to him. I used to think that I would connect best with someone who's also interested in English. But after every guy I ever dated ended up proving me wrong, it was just nice to speak with someone who does share that interest. He lives in London now (think of it, London!) and just broke up with his girlfriend. It was just nice to talk to him, to tell him how I was doing. The whole time we talked, I was drinking beer from a penis straw. Which wasn't exactly how I'd pictured us seeing each other again. But I loved it.
Last call was at 2, we'd put drunk Kristin (J's friend from Cornell, not Mossien) into the limo once she'd reached the capacity where she could no longer stand. She'd sobered up by the time we came out but somewhere along the way, Jenny had gotten tanked. Her friend from grad school, Amanda, had made her do 6 shots. And Jenny's still the size of a twig so it wasn't a good combination. She ended up puking into bowls once we got her home. I wrote the limo driver a drunken check once in the driveway, Kris and Laur got a ride back to Laur's house and Beth and KTB stayed at Thirsty's to get a ride home from her brother. The rest of us slept over, I sat on the couch holding up Jenny's 55,000 lb head so that it didn't cut into the bowl every time she puked into it. She also has little wispy bangs that I sincerely tried to keep out of puke's way and didn't quite succeed at. When we finally took the bowl away, she slept on me and two pillows before I started to doze off and then Joan filled in and then Pam, before we decided the girl would survive. I got a post-bachelorette picture the next day. I don't know if you've ever seen the picture of me the morning after my 22nd birthday. I have a big red egg on my head from my head crashing into the toilet. And I have puke wings for hair. Jenny looked like my long lost sister the next morning. Poor girl had originally been upset that I was only going to be in town for the night, but she got over that once she couldn't move the next day in hangover mode.
It was so much fun. I missed my friends. And I still have my penis straw. I'm going to keep it. This is just the first of many bachelorette parties to come. Hopefully, the rest of them will be years off. We need some time to recuperate. Thus, no new year's for me.
I choose Miami instead. I choose no drama for 2006. Or less drama than normal. Happy NYE :)
I refuse to do it again. If I can do ANYTHING, I can learn from at least ONE of my mistakes. I'm bailing on New Year's eve. Because you know why? There's all this pressure to ring in the new year and get drunk and for everyone to have fun, but I always find that someone wants to kiss this guy and you end up doing it or the person you "claimed" for yourself is off with what's her name. Someone always gets too drunk ("someone"), someone always gets upset, someone's not having fun, someone's off with her boyfriend and then they get into a fight. Something always happens. It's not fun.
Plus, I have no qualms about making out at bars, at parties, at outdoor bbqs, anywhere, so what the hell do I care if I make out with someone at midnight? I've made out with people at 10:01, 10:32, 11:05, 12:13, you get the point. I'd rather remove myself from any situation in which there's the potential to prove the fact that New Year's eve is never what you hoped it would be.
The holiday party I went to at Cora's, she was absolutely trashed. She ended up puking in one of those little plastic jack'o'lanterns (how do you spell that?) that you use to collect halloween candy. I was on hand at the time, I feel like someone puking is a fairly sobering experience. But it does kind of put a hold on having fun.
And as for Jenny's bachelorette. First of all, I am an amazing human being. Or I must truly like Jenny to the nth degree. I flew from Richmond to Rochester with a layover in Newark (gross). I don't live in Pittsford. I don't have a house in Pittsford. I would be visiting my hometown for less than 18 hours. And then driving the 6 hours (unless you're driving with Joan, who I absolutely love, but sometimes it's okay to drive OVER the speed limit). It didn't matter though. Jenny's family has been like a second family to me since I was 8 so I don't really even think I noticed until it was time to leave and I hadn't done everything I wanted to do.
So post-flying, we ran errands for the party, we being Jenny and me. This was a lot of fun because I got to catch up with my best friend by myself for awhile. I'm rather selfish about my friends. I love them collectively and we always have a good time in a big group, but I also need my one on one time with them. I was on my very best behavior because I'd psyched myself up for it. Not only do I really hate hosting parties, I really hate being rushed and not doing things on my own time. I'm rather OCD when it comes to party prep, everything has to be perfect. But I'd resigned myself to the fact that nobody had a clue what perfect was for a bachelorette party (this was our first one) so all I had to do was host something ridiculously fun and no one would be any the wiser. It worked.
Laur helped a ton. The pre-party was at her house and her mom and her had gotten together a great punch and some food and everything. It was just what we needed. Kristen Mossien, as busy as she was with her fam, was a champ in getting everything I'd asked of her done. Everyone sucked initially at the limo money, but they did okay eventually, even though they gave it to me at the party and while we were out. Which was wonderfully intelligent, me, drunk, holding $300 of cash/checks. So I had to be relatively in check of myself. Which I actually was.
Jenny had warned me that a few of her friends are big drinkers. I thought we were bad. We are babies in comparison. The pre-party lasted until 10:30 when the limo picked us up. By that point, Jenny was wearing the shirt I had given her with the word Bachelorette in pink sequins on it. She looked so pretty and Kristen had made her a little veil. My goal in planning the party was this. She should look absolutely beautiful and every guy out should be like crap,She'd also opened gifts (thank god people actually read my emails) from Beth, KTB and Joan and another from Kristin, consisting of fun bachelorette party stuff. We're talking penis straws and sexy underwear and a big pin that a boy spins and then it tells them to french kiss, kiss on the lips, kiss on the cheek, do other things, I really only paid attention to the kissing part. So that was fun.
Everyone was fairly buzzed by limo time except for J's one friend, Kristin. She was fall down drunk. Crashing into walls, taking pictures, telling everyone how much she liked them. We had champagne in the limo and then at the first bar (Blue Moon), we didn't quite make it. Kristin couldn't walk up the stairs and ended up falling down the other ones when I took her to the bathroom. We got kicked out. I took over babysitting responsibilities, which was okay at the time. I gave her water and we attempted bar number 2. JD Oxfords, where J & Mike met on my birthday. I was then relinquished of all drunk girl duties and got to spend time with everyone. We had so much fun at Oxfords. And Joan made out. And then we left to go to Barfly, which was EMPTY. So that sucked but nobody cared. We drank there for a little bit and then made an exec decision to head back to Pittsford for Thirsty's. It was like 12:30 at this point. Thirsty's was the most fun, I think. We took it over and then just scattered to talk to people we hadn't seen in forever. I don't get that anymore since I've moved and it was nice for me.
I drunk dialed Karl because Paul was out. I also drunk dialed Trav cuz Ray was out. Nobody showed up (it was like 1:30) but at least I tried. I also hugged Larissa and got to catch up with her. It's funny when you haven't seen someone in so long but you know that even though they've changed, there's still that same something that was in them when you became friends with them and you can still connect. I'm glad I got to see her. BUT the best part of the night was that I saw Dave Heal and got to talk to him. I used to think that I would connect best with someone who's also interested in English. But after every guy I ever dated ended up proving me wrong, it was just nice to speak with someone who does share that interest. He lives in London now (think of it, London!) and just broke up with his girlfriend. It was just nice to talk to him, to tell him how I was doing. The whole time we talked, I was drinking beer from a penis straw. Which wasn't exactly how I'd pictured us seeing each other again. But I loved it.
Last call was at 2, we'd put drunk Kristin (J's friend from Cornell, not Mossien) into the limo once she'd reached the capacity where she could no longer stand. She'd sobered up by the time we came out but somewhere along the way, Jenny had gotten tanked. Her friend from grad school, Amanda, had made her do 6 shots. And Jenny's still the size of a twig so it wasn't a good combination. She ended up puking into bowls once we got her home. I wrote the limo driver a drunken check once in the driveway, Kris and Laur got a ride back to Laur's house and Beth and KTB stayed at Thirsty's to get a ride home from her brother. The rest of us slept over, I sat on the couch holding up Jenny's 55,000 lb head so that it didn't cut into the bowl every time she puked into it. She also has little wispy bangs that I sincerely tried to keep out of puke's way and didn't quite succeed at. When we finally took the bowl away, she slept on me and two pillows before I started to doze off and then Joan filled in and then Pam, before we decided the girl would survive. I got a post-bachelorette picture the next day. I don't know if you've ever seen the picture of me the morning after my 22nd birthday. I have a big red egg on my head from my head crashing into the toilet. And I have puke wings for hair. Jenny looked like my long lost sister the next morning. Poor girl had originally been upset that I was only going to be in town for the night, but she got over that once she couldn't move the next day in hangover mode.
It was so much fun. I missed my friends. And I still have my penis straw. I'm going to keep it. This is just the first of many bachelorette parties to come. Hopefully, the rest of them will be years off. We need some time to recuperate. Thus, no new year's for me.
I choose Miami instead. I choose no drama for 2006. Or less drama than normal. Happy NYE :)