New Years Eve

Okay, so my friend Che and are in the middle of the Big Decision – what do we want to do tonight?  It’s New Years Eve, shouldn’t we want to go out and drink and be merry?  Yeah.  Neither of us really wants to do that and frankly it’s looking like I’ll be sitting home tonight and you know what?  I’m okay with that.  New Years Eve is an over-rated holiday anyway.  There is WAY too much pressure to have fun, not to mention that there are way too many drunks on the roads. 

 Last year on NYE I had a date.  He was an okay guy (or so I thought – more on that later, I’m sure) but I really didn’t want to go out with him on NYE mostly because I thought it would send the wrong message – that “we” were more serious than I wanted him to think we were.  Yes, we’d been dating but spending a holiday with someone seemed a bit too committed for me.  In fact, when he first asked me out for the Big Night I told him no.  Unfortunately he kept asking until I finally agreed to go.  But I didn’t want to be there and I was kind of a bitch to him and his friends – well mostly I just ignored them while I chatted with other people at the bar, hey, there’s always room to make new friends, right?  (I should’ve just stuck with my original “NO”)  I regret not being friendlier to him and his friends – it wasn’t their fault that I’d said yes when I really meant no.  My point (and I do have one, I swear)?  Don’t start a new year doing something that you don’t want to do because, odds are that if you do, you’re going to regret it.   And who wants to start a new year with regrets?

So I think I will just stay home tonight with my beloved basset brat Sammy Jane and go to bed early.  That way, when I wake up tomorrow I won’t have a hangover OR any regrets.