I think New Year’s Eve is overrated. I always have. And I do not believe it is because I am forty-one and single. It is like when you hear a movie is the greatest movie ever made and your expectations are so high that when you see the movie you think, “Well, it was alright.” Same with New Year’s Eve. If you go into to New Years not expecting much you will probably have a great night.
My plans are to hang out with my almost two and six years old nephews. You are probably thinking that will end at seven p.m. Nope. These kids are on some crazy rock and roll schedule with their night owl parents and the kids will probably put me to bed.
This will probably be a great New Year’s because I know I can expect lots of tickles, hugs, kisses, rounds of hide and seek and diaper changes. These type expectations probably won’t let me down.
Whatever happened so great on New Years anyway originally that set the standard so high? Is it like Fat Tuesday? Everyone knows they plans to diet as soon as the New Year rolls around so this is the last chance to eat up?
The worst New Year’s Eve I ever spent was on the millennium! I was a flight attendant at the time, and laid over so I thought, “Well, at least I can go have a glass of wine or dinner with the crew.” The crew turned out to be a PDA gay couple and me. No one wants to hang out with a PDA couple gay or straight! And the hotel was having a narcotics and AA convention that night and had closed the bar. Not to mention, if you want to know how to age very quickly—do a lot of drugs. These people looked bad!
I hoped that this was not a sign of the year to come!
I can’t even remember 2000 so it must not have been too bad. Not like 2007. The year 2007 has been horrible for me personally because I lost my dad/best friend suddenly from dental surgery. One of my college roommate’s melanoma returned and other friends have lost their dad or are currently fighting for their dad’s life.
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