Let’s Talk About New Year’s Eve

by emily

Everybody with a blog is on vacation this week, which means that I am sitting at my computer, trying like the dickens not to work on this play I’m writing, and there’s nothing for me to read or watch.  Which means I am resorting to baking when I can’t look at my own asinine dialogue anymore.  But that is neither here nor there.  (I made cheddar thyme scones just now, they are ridiculous.)  The point of this post is to talk about New Year’s Eve you guys!  This year Billy and I are going to Maine to spend the weekend with my dad’s side of the family so it shouldn’t be too ridiculous.  But that got me thinking of all the ridiculous New Year’s Eves I’ve spent in the past.  And now, in chronological order, starting in the year 2000, is a list of how I spent the countdown to the new year:

1999-2000:

I was a freshman in high school and I went to this new store in the mall called Forever 21 with my friends to buy slutty outfits, which we proceeded to wear in my living room with my mom while my hamster rolled by in his hamster ball as the clock counted down to midnight.  When midnight came, we ran outside to see if the world had ended.  It hadn’t.

2000-2001:

I invited my friends to my dad’s house and we sneaked Miller Lights from his basement refrigerator and pretended they were sparkling apple cider and poured them into champagne flutes.  My dad definitely knew it was beer.  We each had about two champagne flutes worth of beer and then acted drunk, which we were not.

2001-2002:

We went to a Sleater-Kinney/Flaming Lips concert in Madison Square Garden but my friend threw up in a garbage can, so we had to take her home and we rang in the new year on MetroNorth on the way back to Connecticut.

2002-2003:

We went to some kind of big party at a church and drank a bunch of Smirnoff Ices.  One of my friends tried to make out with me while I was asleep on the living room carpet.  He turned out to be gay.  In retrospect, this might not have been New Year’s…

2003-2004:

We went to New York City and tried to stand in Times Square to watch the ball drop but my friend had to pee so she jumped one of the barricades to pee in an alley and I went with her and these cops wouldn’t let us back over the barricade after, so we had to leave.

2004-2005:

Can’t remember, for the life of me.

2005-2006:

We had a party in Connecticut that we lovingly dubbed “New Year’s Punk/Metal Eve”.  This was the time I rang in the new year with my head in the toilet.

2006-2007:

We were in Peru for my cousin’s wedding.  We ate twelve grapes in the last twelve seconds of the year and we gave each other yellow underwear.  It’s a South American tradition, apparently.

2007-2008:

Billy and I watched the ball drop on TV and went to bed.

2008-2009:

We took a family trip to Antigua.  It was my college graduation present.

2009-2010:

Billy and I were planning our wedding and were all stressed out about everything so I don’t think we did anything at all.

2010-2011:

Jared and Katie got married!  Word to the wise: it’s really fun to go to a wedding on New Year’s Eve.  Everybody have your wedding on New Year’s Eve!  You take away everyone’s pressure to make plans!  Everybody will thank you for it.

 

Jeez, those got pretty boring by the end, huh?  Growing up makes you have less horrible stories, I suppose.  What was your favorite New Year’s Eve?  I think my favorite was… God, they were all kind of disasters, weren’t they?  Probably New Year’s Punk/Metal Eve was the most fun, minus the vomiting.