New Year's Eve

Hi all.. I haven't posted in a long time, though I continue to stalk the rest of you.

Did Christmas fly by for you, like it did for me? I heard someone say "Merry Christmas" today and thought, "What the heck, lady? Christmas was last week!" And then I got sad. I can't believe it went by so quickly! New Year's Eve is next (more info on the happenings of NYE below..), but let's be honest, it always blows. The only reason I resent my dependancy on movies is how they all have formed my idea of how New Year's Eve should go. Here's how, each year, I assume my NYE will pan out (I can ID some of these moments as direct scenes from movies like "A Lot Like Love", "When Harry Met Sally" and "Someone Like You" and more):

1.) A group of friends will have exclusive tickets to a high-end party, most likely at a bar or club and I will go. However, late in the night (about 42 minutes before midnight) some huge drama will take place and I will leave crying. I will not be able to get a taxi so I will walk home and break the heel on one of my shoes halfway there.

2.) I get back to my apartment and somehow make connection with a guy friend with whom I have rarely spoken. He will tell me that he is sending a car to pick me up to bring me to the party he is at. I tell him I have nothing to wear but agree to go because it's humanly impossible to spend New Year's at home.

3.) In the back of my closet, I will find this incredible dress that is more formal than my future wedding dress. However, the party will cost more than any wedding I've ever been to and this dress will be an appropriate choice, despite the sequins. No idea where I got this dress but it fits like a glove. In fact, somewhere I find some gloves and then I leave for the party.

4.) I arrive and do not recognize anyone. I can't find the guy that called and I start to cry. As I turn to leave, I suddenly see an ex-boyfriend standing with another young lady. Although there is no cue, everyone starts counting down to the new year and I watch my ex start to make-out with his lady friend when the countdown ends. Suddenly, the guy that called comes rushing up and distracts me from such a scene by making out with me. God bless him.

5.) The guy and I get married.

6.) He's rich.

So as you can imagine, my actual New Year's Eve rarely stands up to what I expect to happen. I have been racking my brain, but can't even remember what I did last year. My only semi-movie-ish NYE was when I was dating that guy from Ireland and we spent NYE in Belfast. At one point, his ex-girlfriend walked in and I said, "If she even talks to me, I'll kick her." Four champagnes, two shots of tequila and one Bailey's later, we were crying and hugging and I called her my best friend (my boyfriend was pissed). Then at midnight, even though I had a boyfriend to make-out with, I vaguely remember some confusion when I turned and almost kissed his best friend... (Sigh) I miss the drama.

But the rest of my NYEs I've ended up with champagne (or more likely, the champagne of beers) down my front, my mascera down my cheeks and a run down my hoes. The only thing I get at midnight is my turn in the ladies room and I would rather be watching a movie on Lifetime in comfy pants and a sweatshirt, making-out with a can of Diet Coke.

So this year, here's the plan: A low-key, cozy party at the Beardmore Home. Monday, Dec. 31st at 10:00pm (previously, we thought there was midnight mass, but we found out there is just 4:30pm at St. Boniface). We can play games, drink booze, play pool, watch the ball drop, watch a movie, drink booze, whatever. No pressure to get great dresses or midnight kisses, this is very laid-back. Anyone is welcome, just let me know. Just bring some refreshments to share (food or drink) and low expectations for a fun night! :)

Happy New Year!!

Laura writes...

Laura has a very intriguing post tonight.. Perhaps you would like to hear about how patient and competent I am in the kitchen? Then scroll down and click on her blog! She writes one heck of a blog!