Merry Death

Another One Bites the Dust

I find New Year's Eve incredibly boring. In fact, to date I can only recall one single New Years Eve that was fun. I don't drink, which has a major impact on one, if not THE biggest drunk fest of the year. This makes all the difference when choosing a place to go to have fun.
I have been to shows, I have been to parties and clubs. I have been working, at home alone, at home with Phil, at home with parents, babysitting....you name it. I remember babysitting 3 years in a row for my next door neighbors while all the parents of the neighborhood went out and got shit faced. Often, they wouldn't remember coming home and would have to pay me later. Nice.
Next I remember working at Ruby Tuesday's as a bar tender. We watched Kiss on New Year's Rockin Eve. Whopeeee. I think the next year I was all alone in my apartment and happy as a clam that it was just me. I was 22. Then I met Phil.
In 1998, we went to Philly to see Barenaked Ladies play and then to their after party. We had so much fun with them and all of their families. It was Phil, my best friend (to this day) Kym and me. We drove all the way back to DC, dropped off Kym and arrived home in VA at 7am. I drove straight through. It was so cold that there was frost on the inside of the windows. Man, that was a blur.
This year, as I have done many times, I went to be early. I don't need to see the clock strike midnight. I don't need to watch a ball drop. Lately, I am too afraid bombs will accompany the celebration. Call me a drama queen, but it freaks me out.
It was a quiet one for me. I went to bed at 11pm and read until 11:45. Phil went out with friends and got home at 230am. I woke up the next day with him, my daughter singing in the next room and my sister sleeping on the couch. Not too shabby.

posted by Metalmeredith @ 8:47 PM