Well, I pretty much had to start off with New Year's Eve, right?
I'm one of those people who likes having something to do New Year's Eve. It just gets the whole year off to a good start, you know? Like, if I'm just sitting around doing nothing that night, it doesn't set a good precedent for the rest of my year.
So I went over to Paul's house. Getting out of the house was semi-disastrous, since I threw in a load of laundry and the dryer decided right then to have a sulky fit. Many threats of dis-assembly later, it finally consented to start working properly, but I had to run out of the house halfway through or risk being hopelessly late. About halfway there, I remembered I was supposed to bring a bottle of red, so once I got off the Metro at Tenleytown I made a mad dash for the liquor store that's thankfully right there and was still open. Inside I warded off the many advances of overly zealous staff, picked up a bottle of pinot noir, remembered at the last minute to grab a bottle of champagne (because you can't celebrate the New Year properly without champagne!), then headed off to attempt to find Paul's house.
Paul lives in a complete warren of streets, practically impossible to find in daylight, let alone in the pitch darkness of early evening in January. But I prevailed!
It was a pleasant evening, overall :) We ordered pizza, split the red, and, when Netflix and Xfinity both failed to provide the originally intended films, settled in to watch "Up" and "Wall-E" on the Disney channel. We are sophisticated people, yo. No, in all seriousness it was great, I love those movies! And thankfully we missed the first 5 minutes of "Up," so Paul was not forced to handle me bawling like a baby, which is my typical reaction to those first 5 minutes. Gets me every time, man.
The champagne turned out to be awful, an overly sweet monstrosity. Note to self - do not take alcohol recommendations from the Tenleytown liquor store staff ever again. The sad thing is that five years I probably would have loved it, but I think taking up my regular bourbon habit has ruined my tolerance for sweet drinks.
Once the ball had dropped and the champagne drunk, I started getting antsy - I'd been at my parents' house surrounded by people for 10 days, I just wanted to go home at point. So I headed out (dodging the good night kiss - poor Paul, I'm sure I'm giving off all kinds of crazy mixed signals as I vacillate between "hey, I like you," and "OMG cannot deal with people and close contact with them!" This guy is in for a rough ride if he sticks around).
Metro v. amusing with all the drunk people. Had to flee to another car at one point as one particularly drunk individual seemed inclined to start a fight with another guy (as indicated by repetitive threats to *blank* him up and aggressive belt tightening, which seems to have been a preparatory move to carrying out said threats - was not previously aware of this potential implication of sartorial choices), but for the most part it was pretty much tamer, save for drunk 20something females screeching at each other as we went through downtown. I hope that I was never as screechy as a 20-something, and that I will never be now that I am a staid and mature 30-something.
One of the best parts, really, about New Year's Eve is all the texts I exchange with friends once midnight hits. I think I probably overdid the angsting to poor Jamie about my inability to cope with relationships and romantic prospects. I'll buy her a drink at bowling next Sunday to make up for it, but at least she is able to deal with it well enough:
Me: Do I have to grow [as a person]? I could just avoid people forever! ;)
Jamie: Don't make me come over there and smack some sense into you girl :)
Jamie rocks. If I should ever get into trouble with the law, I want her to be my lawyer. Also she's better at bowling than I am.
And not to laugh at Stephen :) but he doesn't get that tipsy very often, and he sure sounded like he was having a good time - wish I had been there!
And that was my New Year's. Happy New Year to you!
Next day: The New Year Sweater
I'm one of those people who likes having something to do New Year's Eve. It just gets the whole year off to a good start, you know? Like, if I'm just sitting around doing nothing that night, it doesn't set a good precedent for the rest of my year.
So I went over to Paul's house. Getting out of the house was semi-disastrous, since I threw in a load of laundry and the dryer decided right then to have a sulky fit. Many threats of dis-assembly later, it finally consented to start working properly, but I had to run out of the house halfway through or risk being hopelessly late. About halfway there, I remembered I was supposed to bring a bottle of red, so once I got off the Metro at Tenleytown I made a mad dash for the liquor store that's thankfully right there and was still open. Inside I warded off the many advances of overly zealous staff, picked up a bottle of pinot noir, remembered at the last minute to grab a bottle of champagne (because you can't celebrate the New Year properly without champagne!), then headed off to attempt to find Paul's house.
Paul lives in a complete warren of streets, practically impossible to find in daylight, let alone in the pitch darkness of early evening in January. But I prevailed!
It was a pleasant evening, overall :) We ordered pizza, split the red, and, when Netflix and Xfinity both failed to provide the originally intended films, settled in to watch "Up" and "Wall-E" on the Disney channel. We are sophisticated people, yo. No, in all seriousness it was great, I love those movies! And thankfully we missed the first 5 minutes of "Up," so Paul was not forced to handle me bawling like a baby, which is my typical reaction to those first 5 minutes. Gets me every time, man.
The champagne turned out to be awful, an overly sweet monstrosity. Note to self - do not take alcohol recommendations from the Tenleytown liquor store staff ever again. The sad thing is that five years I probably would have loved it, but I think taking up my regular bourbon habit has ruined my tolerance for sweet drinks.
Once the ball had dropped and the champagne drunk, I started getting antsy - I'd been at my parents' house surrounded by people for 10 days, I just wanted to go home at point. So I headed out (dodging the good night kiss - poor Paul, I'm sure I'm giving off all kinds of crazy mixed signals as I vacillate between "hey, I like you," and "OMG cannot deal with people and close contact with them!" This guy is in for a rough ride if he sticks around).
Metro v. amusing with all the drunk people. Had to flee to another car at one point as one particularly drunk individual seemed inclined to start a fight with another guy (as indicated by repetitive threats to *blank* him up and aggressive belt tightening, which seems to have been a preparatory move to carrying out said threats - was not previously aware of this potential implication of sartorial choices), but for the most part it was pretty much tamer, save for drunk 20something females screeching at each other as we went through downtown. I hope that I was never as screechy as a 20-something, and that I will never be now that I am a staid and mature 30-something.
One of the best parts, really, about New Year's Eve is all the texts I exchange with friends once midnight hits. I think I probably overdid the angsting to poor Jamie about my inability to cope with relationships and romantic prospects. I'll buy her a drink at bowling next Sunday to make up for it, but at least she is able to deal with it well enough:
Me: Do I have to grow [as a person]? I could just avoid people forever! ;)
Jamie: Don't make me come over there and smack some sense into you girl :)
Jamie rocks. If I should ever get into trouble with the law, I want her to be my lawyer. Also she's better at bowling than I am.
And not to laugh at Stephen :) but he doesn't get that tipsy very often, and he sure sounded like he was having a good time - wish I had been there!
And that was my New Year's. Happy New Year to you!
Next day: The New Year Sweater
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