Not wanting to dwell on past mistakes, I figured I'd make up for it with a New Year's post. But then, um, I had to think of something New Years-ish to post about. I'm not posting my resolutions again. Because even though I totally lowered my expectations last year, I still didn't stick with all of them. As I was
A sample of my bad New Year's Eves:
1986-1987:
A sophomore in high school, Jerseygirl leaves a fun party to accompany her best friend on a WALK across the ENTIRE town in FREEZING temperatures so that her best friend can be with her boyfriend at midnight. Upon arrival at the boyfriend's house, best friend and boyfriend disappear upstairs and leave Jerseygirl with the boyfriend's friends. While the guys are friends of Jerseygirl's too, this was supposed to be a guy's night. They are watching porn and have no interest in even talking to Jerseygirl. Jerseygirl spends night on the phone with other friends who are babysitting.
1992-1993
Visiting her new boyfriend (soon to be fiance, then husband, then evil ex-husband) in Seattle for the holiday, college senior Jerseygirl attends party with evil ex. Jerseygirl knows absolutely no one at the party and finds no one interested in knowing her. Jerseygirl smokes pot in pathetic attempt to fit in. Jerseygirl spends night curled in a ball on the host's bed, as pot always makes her sleepy and nauseous.
1999-2000
In one the other episodes of her life that drove her towards internet dating, Jerseygirl spends New Year's Eve at a club with her two other single friends, Tara and Rebecca. The trio meets a group of guys that are reasonably attractive and not total douchebags, so they all hang out together in a desperate attempt to stave of the feeling of loneliness that can happen at midnight when you have no one to kiss. Jerseygirl is the designated driver and Rebecca is not a big drinker so they quickly discover that the group of guys may, in fact, have douchebag qualities. While Rebecca and Jerseygirl are off dancing with less annoying guys, a drunken Tara decides that one of the douchebags is the man of her dreams. They disappear. The douchebags and our heroines search the club and the parking lot for Tara and man - er, boy, as it turns out he is only 19. Finally, it is discovered that Tara and the boy have gone back to the douchebags' hotel. The douchebags are worried about their little brother dealing with a drunk chick and Rebecca and Jerseygirl are worried about their friend and a dumb 19 year old. Everyone rushes to the hotel. Tara is passed out by the indoor pool and 19 year old is drinking beer, singing country love songs and half-heartedly trying to wake her up. The douchebags carry Tara to their hotel room so she can throw up in their bathroom and not the pool. Then the gang watches T.V. while Tara pukes and 19 year old cries about the future of their long distance relationship (which never happened). Jerseygirl promises herself that she will never go to a club on New Year's Eve again.
7 comments:
Okay, you definitely win the crappy new years prize... I wish there were an actual prize, but I think you've already figured out staying home with the kids could actually be a prize...
Ah, yes, that's why we used to call it amateur night...
There's too much pressure on the 'perfect' new year when you're young... sometimes they make for amusing stories down the road but they're almost never fun to actually live through.
What really counts is the year itself, not the night that preceeded it - and I am wishing you the very happiest of new year's, Jersey!!!
I think there is def too much pressure for NYE to be "THE" night. I'm totally okay with it just being another one. I hope you guys had a great night out.
i was curled up in a ball in 1990 after smoking pot from a bong full of vodka. yeah. ew.
i stay home with the kids now. but we have a party at our house for new years. no more bongs or making out with drunken strangers on dance floors!! yay for growing up...i guess.
Been there done that! I'm so glad those days are OVER.
i was curled up in a ball in 1990 after smoking pot from a bong full of vodka. yeah. ew.
i stay home with the kids now. but we have a party at our house for new years. no more bongs or making out with drunken strangers on dance floors!! yay for growing up...i guess.
Okay, you definitely win the crappy new years prize... I wish there were an actual prize, but I think you've already figured out staying home with the kids could actually be a prize...
Post a Comment