Remember when new year’s eve was THE Party of the year? You’d spend all kinds of money on clothes, hair and makeup. Maybe a limo. You’d buy expensive tickets to a giant party or even pay a hugely inflated entry fee to a bar you went to regularly and may have thrown up in before.
The first New years I didn’t go out was because I was pregnant. I was devastated. The one after that I went out… Got too drunk and had to wake up early with two 7 month old babies. Thus ending my need to go out for New years eve.
Call me old, call me Lame but I’d much rather sit at home on the couch with a few friends, wayyyy too much food, do a fake countdown with my kids at 8 and go to bed at 12:01… Thats right, I said it!
Happy new year everyone! Young and old, lame and cool! May 2018 bring you all that you have hoped for!