Once again…

Every year new years is always the kind of thing you don’t want to plan, but you don’t want to spend alone. I am never sure if going out is the answer while at the same time you’ll be spending it with your friends. I got invited to three partys, I’ve spent the last two years with dear friends I don’t see as often as id like but doesn’t mean I wouldn’t party with them. But this year they have boy friends and I found out that when you have a boy friend and you have a party… it becomes a couples party. I adore my girls but this year the place might be a stop along the way. The usual antics of my mothers new years resolutions start exactly at count down. She plans a small gathering and has it end at 5am. I just know I wouldn’t last that long. And then pop gets tipsy, meaning those parents of mine act too in love. Its great, till they start making out. Some guy friends are throwing a party as well, with a bunch of folks I only ever talk through face book twice a year. And then these girl that look like they come out of a INstyle magazine are there taking non stop photos of one another, while getting drunk. Trying to fit in but I don’t have enough vanity to last the night. Oh and the talks over “how’s it feel hanging out with your ex boy friend!?, I heard something blah”. And the boys will spend time around each other playing some video game or just standing around talking. Not that its bad but its that predictable. Then I get really overwhelmed because the people I hardly know yet time could tell a different story. And the music and the drinks… I’ll end up sitting alone for a good while staring at peeps acting drunk, being loud, the occational laugh. And all I would hope for is some one to talk to, but they would leave too and I would be forced to pull out the fake phone call. Ah! And then my best friends experimental side comes out, not only having a boy friend is keeping her from new years but the different world she’ll be in while taking god knows what. Suddenly staying home watching when harry met sally isn’t such a bad idea. Harry tells Sally he loves her on the count down before midnight, their friendship became something more, and she’s the last person he wants to talk to before he goes to sleep.