2008, See Ya!

I am fulfilling my old tradition this year of being alone for New Year’s Eve. I was supposed to be going out with my family to a party but I am still poorly, and the thought of attempting to get dressed up and stick a smile on my face and talk pleasantly to strangers was just too much. I haven’t got the energy. Plus, who wants to see a miserable lass sitting in the corner coughing and blowing her nose all night? I wouldn’t. I am pretty happy being by myself. After last year’s attempt to be sociable (has it seriously been a year already??) staying home seems like an excellent idea.

So I’ve got my tea, I’ve got chocolate and trashy telly. I’ve got tissues surrounding me and the fine company of two dogs (although one may have the runs, that’s pleasant). I’m set.

I suppose I should write something about the past year, something wise and insightful, but right now I got nothing. I could write what I hope for for 2009, but other than for it to be awesome for everyone I don’t have it in me to go deeper.

One thing I am amused by is that we have an extra second to celebrate the new year, because the earth has slowed down on its axis or something, and time is all out of whack. So use your extra second wisely my friends. Maybe use it to make a special wish, or maybe you’ll get to kiss someone for an extra second come midnight. Whatever it is, enjoy!

Happy new year!!

I Hate NYE

There. I said it. I hate New Year’s Eve. I really do. It’s always sucky. If I don’t go out I sit in feeling sorry for myself and wondering what I am missing. If I go out I don’t have fun and wish I’d stayed home.

So, last night I went out as intended, to a house party in Clapham. There were maybe 15 other people there, mainly couples sitting on each other. I am so socially awkward. It’s my own fault, I was in a horrendous mood to begin with, but thought going out would lift it. It didn’t. And sitting there being basically ignored didn’t make me feel any better. I just didn’t want to be there. And so I left. I was actually quite proud of myself for saying ‘I want to go home’, instead of sitting there feeling crappy for the evening. Peps kindly organised a taxi for me to get to the nearest tube, and I was surrounded by party goers having fun (ie, pissed), and saw in the New Year waiting for a bus in Angel. The fireworks were pretty and on the walk home people in party hats wished me a happy new year and that was nice.

I got home, made a cup of tea, talked to people, watched an episode of Gilmore Girls (This is how I should have spent my night). Then Jenna and Jayne got home and that was actually the nicest part of my night. We went into the kitchen and ate pringles and dip and chatted for a bit. Then I went to bed.

So, in future, unless I am in a room surrounded by friends and family I know and love, and who love me, I am staying home on New Year’s Eve and watching crap TV in my pjs. It’s the only way to get through it.

Countdown

And so. It is New Year’s Eve. Again. A time for new beginnings, right? So far today I have thought about how much I am not ready to go back to work just yet, and how fast this holiday has gone and how that is terribly unfair. And I’ve been to see I Am Legend, which is an excellent film, though possibly not one to put you in the mood for celebration. I found it quite sad actually. When I came outside I looked around and wondered (as I sometimes do) just how I would react if hordes of zombie/vampire beings came screaming at me down the middle of the road. I like to imagine I would be all kick ass and survive until other survivors found me and I could relax and be all safe and yay…but in reality I would scream and cry and panic and die straight off. Or pretend to be dead and hope they didn’t notice.

Anyway, New Year. I’m not overly bothered by this night. It’s always anticlimactic. I don’t think I’ve ever had a particularly fun New Year’s Eve. It’s just…there. I do have a tradition, however. That tradition is me, alone, in whatever place I am living at that time, watching TV, eating chocolate and crisps, and writing in my journal. I have very boring Eves documented since I was about 14. Sometimes I’m watching Star Trek, others Titanic. I make resolutions I never keep, only to make the same ones the next year. It’s not exciting, but it is what it is, and I never minded.
This year I am going out. Uh huh. My body is saying ‘No…stay inside where it is warm.’ But I am trying to ignore it. It’s tempting to do the old tradition I must admit, but I am going to be among other people, and you never know, I might even enjoy myself.

So Happy New Year to all. Hope you have a rocking evening!