New Years is one of those random holidays that mean nothing to me. Like Halloween but with more confetti and streamers. I used to obsess over the who/what/when/where of ringing in the New Year. Not anymore. Now there’s little to no planning involved.
Here’s a quick rundown of the last ten years:
2000 … rang in the new millennium at Pleasure Island in Orlando. I watched The B-52’s perform not once, but TWICE that night. Best New Years … ev-ah!
2001 … tried Ecstasy for the first (last and only) time. Got lucky. Not a bad night.
2002 … celebrated at some random bar with some random people I didn’t know.
2003 … celebrated at some random bar with the same random people, but knew them better this year. Man, 2003 sucked.
2004 … was newly employed after being unemployed for all of 2003. Think I had to be in to work early. So went to bed early.
2005 … started throwing my legendary New Years Eve EVE party on December 30th. Think I was still hung over and went to bed early.
2006 … still hung over from 2005. No, I’m not kidding. Went to bed early after the 2nd Annual New Years Eve EVE party.
2007 … Threw another wicked party on December 30th. Not sure what I did to ring in 2007. It was probably riveting … or completely lame.
2008 … my biggest, boldest, baddest New Years Eve EVE party. And that’s despite being sick as a dog with strep throat. It was a HUGE wingding. We’re talking bartenders and caterers and I think there was even a stripper. Or maybe that was just one of my drunk friends.
2009 … threw another New Years Eve EVE party. A little more mature this year. No strippers. Left for Hawaii shortly afterwards.
2010 … hung out with a six year old girl for her BDay. Don’t ask. There was cake. And a princess theme. It wasn’t bad. You only turn six once, you know.