Partying Like It's 1989

I feel like I should be writing some sort of insightful reflection New Year's post, like I'm some sort of blogging Janus, simultaneously looking back at the year that was, and forward into the possibilities of 2007. But....I'm not a fan of New Year's.

For one thing, it just doesn't feel like a fresh start time of year to me--post Christmas toys strewn to hell and gone all over the apartment just don't put me in the same new beginning frame of mind as pointy crayons and unblemished notebooks. Then there's the pressure to have the Best! Time! EVER! Nothing ever lives up to the hype of the possibility of New Year's Eve, so why ruin a perfectly good evening out (and pay at least double for it)?

Of course, the fact that everyone here, including the cat, is sick isn't really helping to put me into a party frame of mind.

Now that I think of it, tonight looks to be shaping up to be very much like the New Year's Eves of my youth, and yet not. There's the puking and the children, but there was no alcohol involved, and nobody is paying me to clean up the barf. Plus, tonight I'm the one shelling out the cash for the video and the chips. It's like all of the downsides of a teenager, but with none of the perks.

Hunh. I don't think I recall reading this in the "Welcome to Your Fabulous Life as a Grownup!" brochure. Must've been in the fine print.

Comments

Hey, I didn't even get the brochure!

I know what you mean, though. There's just no use in staying up until midnight, if you know that someone's going to be waking you up at 5:45 a.m.