Let me be the first to say happy 2014!
Last night I went downtown to experience something a little different then, the normal house party that I am used to. It's funny, I went with friends, and with no intention of kissing anyone at on New Years (which I thankfully didn't kiss anyone). But the pickings were slim... almost everyone was there with a date, and those that were not on a date were on the prowel. It was like the last desperate attempt to "get that special someone" (or the ass/slut who was also alone). Also I decided guys are getting uglier... Haha. Anyways by 11:30 we split from the bar and headed to the square for New Years. That was much more my pace. Those are real people, they weren't drinking themselves into the New Year (and even if they were, they were with family). Instead they were surrounded by family and friends, real people, not wearing heels and mini skirts, but instead sneakers and jeans.
It made me realize that even though I still wasn't doing what I was used to for New Years I liked that a lot more then the shallow scene of drinking until I blackout or throw up.
So happy New Year, here is to all those hungover people, the ones that woke up next to people they don't know, and the ones who won't remember where they were when the ball dropped. I hope your first morning is not a foreshadowing for what your year will be like.
Cheers.
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