“What are you doing for New Year’s?”
I swear on everything sacred that if I hear that question one more time, I’m going to scream. As a single, fairly social young woman immersed in an overzealous peer group of party animals, I have recently gotten a lot of funny looks when I answer:
“I don’t know. I don’t really want to do the party thing.”
I have realized that people go crazy around this time to either top what they did last year, or simply get as belligerent as possible so they can do something wild and blame it on the holiday. You know what I’m talking about…
“Oooh yea that was crazy. I can’t believe I did that! But it was New Year’s Eve for pete’s sake! I was plastered, as I damn well should be.”
Anyone who knows me at all knows that I have nothing against the good ol’ bottle. But I’m loyal lush; I love it year-round, not just on New Year’s Eve. Anyway, I can’t wait for 2008 and I’m just as amped to celebrate as the next guy but I want to do it different this year. Believe it or not, I want to be inside, loungin’ with someone…well someone worth spending New Year’s Eve with.
Problem? Just a slight one. There is currently no man I am romantically interested in that I can pursue this plan with. Shawn? Too new. I don’t think he even knows my last name yet. I haven’t determined his crazy-factor yet. Eric? He seems like the party type – too fidgety. Jon? Don’t even get me started on Jon. The point is – I’ll probably end up at a party. I will not be belligerent though, and I will most certainly not be amused if someone tries any cute kissy stuff with me when the countdown counts down.
The upside to all of this is, even though most of my friends are wifed up, happily in a couple holiday bliss bubble, they have all automatically counted me into their plans. I’m like this third entity in people’s relationships; it’s fabulous, awkward and amusing all at once. My cousin, Priya even told me she’s going to plant a big wet one on me when the clock strikes 12.
“What about Amit?” I asked about her boyfriend.
“What about him?” She asked, truly oblivious.
Although I flipped the script and am getting all cranky about New Year’s instead of Christmas, like most single people, I don’t think this one will be all that bad. I might even let someone try something cute with me.