My friends keep circling me, poking me to make a decision about New Year's Eve. I patiently, dare I say lovingly, explain that I don't do NYE. I threw in that bar towel several years ago. What a well-meaning friend says: "Oh, we can do something low key, stay in the neighborhood and drink at a bar."
What I think: I'd rather claw my face off. Better yet, I'd rather beat that drunk on the bar with a noise-maker until he squeals.
What I say: "Thanks but, um, no. I'm treating it like it's just another night."
What a soulful, enlightened friend suggests: "Come over to my house and we'll have a burning ceremony and set intentions for the new year."
What I think: While that sounds magical, waving around a sage stick still marks this as a special day, which, in my date book, it's not.
What I say: "Honey, I love you but I think I'll spend the evening journaling by myself. Maybe I'll even create a vision board for 2011."
Why do I want to punch December 31 right in the Dom-soaked digits? Read my post from last year. I'm THIS close to losing an eye from a champagne cork so NYE, you win the end-of-year cage fight. I'm tapping out.
(photo: kcnewyears.com)
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How did I miss last year's post? I leave NYE to the amateurs. Plus, I've been dumped TWICE on new year's, so it's safer on all levels to stay home with my dog, a good movie, a lobster and some bubbly. Nothing can go wrong with THAT.
This post should be titled "Why Won't Friends Take 'No' for an Answer?".
I've learned to lie and say I've made plans already while omitting my plans include drawstring pants, pizza delivery and serious TiVo time. It's my version of hibernating.
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