Well we're three days into the new year now, so I'm starting to feel, well, less lame.
I love New Year's Eve. It's one of my favorite things to celebrate. I've thrown some good NYE parties in my time, too. Like in 2003 when the cabbie that took me home followed my instructions and squealed his tires, my sister woke up with her shin scabbed over, and my dining room table was turned over with all the food dishes licked clean (well, that last one may just be the way my friend Caitlin "remembers" it, but still, I think it was pretty close.)
So, to ring in 2013, I decided we should keep with tradition and throw another house party. (Okay, so maybe we just couldn't find anything fun to do, but that's a good enough reason, right?) So, I created a facebook event and we texted some people. Then, we cleaned the house. Then we ran to the store for liquid provisions. Then we turned up the music. Then we made some finger foods. Then we waited.
And waited.
And waited.
It was half way through the second board game Cliff and I were playing...alone (or 11:00pm as some may call it), when my brother and one of his friends finally showed up. We moved down to the game room, turned on the countdown, and started a game. An hour later, we welcomed the new year. I texted my cousin a merry message. No response. I texted my bff a merry message. Actually two--one at midnight her time and one at midnight my time. No response. Then my brother and his friend started discussing the pros and cons of moving to another party.
They tried to get us to go with them, so we considered it for awhile. We were also weighing the pros and cons. Wondering if it was a good time, Cliff suggested calling the guy who lived in the house where the party was being held. The group decided against the call, my brother and his friend went to the party, Cliff and I stayed home and went to bed.
I was feeling down about no one showing up to our event, my friends and family not texting me back, and not moving on to the next party.
Then I talked to my brother the next morning. He said the party was fun. He also said it was a good thing that we hadn't called the guy who owned the "party" house...because his daughter was throwing the party unbeknownst to him while he was out of town. We totally would have outed this high school NYE bash!
And then I realized. I'm old! I would have been at least fourteen years older than the kids at that party (besides my brother, who at age 25 was the oldest {and probably creepiest}guy there). My friends probably don't even know how to check a fb event. Or text. Or maybe they were all just in bed before midnight. Or because they're all married with kids, maybe they were just at home doing a family thing.
At least those are the reasons and excuses I'm going to make myself believe. Because I REFUSE to let myself believe I'm old and la--oh, I have to cut this short. Matlock is coming on!
I love New Year's Eve. It's one of my favorite things to celebrate. I've thrown some good NYE parties in my time, too. Like in 2003 when the cabbie that took me home followed my instructions and squealed his tires, my sister woke up with her shin scabbed over, and my dining room table was turned over with all the food dishes licked clean (well, that last one may just be the way my friend Caitlin "remembers" it, but still, I think it was pretty close.)
So, to ring in 2013, I decided we should keep with tradition and throw another house party. (Okay, so maybe we just couldn't find anything fun to do, but that's a good enough reason, right?) So, I created a facebook event and we texted some people. Then, we cleaned the house. Then we ran to the store for liquid provisions. Then we turned up the music. Then we made some finger foods. Then we waited.
And waited.
And waited.
It was half way through the second board game Cliff and I were playing...alone (or 11:00pm as some may call it), when my brother and one of his friends finally showed up. We moved down to the game room, turned on the countdown, and started a game. An hour later, we welcomed the new year. I texted my cousin a merry message. No response. I texted my bff a merry message. Actually two--one at midnight her time and one at midnight my time. No response. Then my brother and his friend started discussing the pros and cons of moving to another party.
They tried to get us to go with them, so we considered it for awhile. We were also weighing the pros and cons. Wondering if it was a good time, Cliff suggested calling the guy who lived in the house where the party was being held. The group decided against the call, my brother and his friend went to the party, Cliff and I stayed home and went to bed.
I was feeling down about no one showing up to our event, my friends and family not texting me back, and not moving on to the next party.
Then I talked to my brother the next morning. He said the party was fun. He also said it was a good thing that we hadn't called the guy who owned the "party" house...because his daughter was throwing the party unbeknownst to him while he was out of town. We totally would have outed this high school NYE bash!
And then I realized. I'm old! I would have been at least fourteen years older than the kids at that party (besides my brother, who at age 25 was the oldest {and probably creepiest}guy there). My friends probably don't even know how to check a fb event. Or text. Or maybe they were all just in bed before midnight. Or because they're all married with kids, maybe they were just at home doing a family thing.
At least those are the reasons and excuses I'm going to make myself believe. Because I REFUSE to let myself believe I'm old and la--oh, I have to cut this short. Matlock is coming on!
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