…I wussed out. The rain, my slightly-less-than-optimal physiology, and a series of wardrobe malfunctions all conspired to keep me home NYE. A decision that seemed justified when, later on, the rain gathered force rather than slacking off. I don’t care how much fun I might have had; making my bleary-eyed way home while drunken party-goers play automobile pinball in the freezing rain is not my idea of a night well-ended. Call me crazy.
Here’s the thing: I like New Years. Dunno why, but I do. I like to celebrate it. But going clubbing was a second choice. What I really wanted, what I always want come December, is to have an actual New Years party to attend. You know, the kind at someone’s house, with people and games and drinks and snacks and a volume level that makes actual conversation possible.
Just a hint, for anyone who might be planning something like that next time ’round. I’m happy to bribe my way in with booze and snacks.