2008.. i didnt get a harumph out of that guy..

New Years was quite the fiasco this year. Over the Thanksgiving holiday, we had all planned on going to my friends beach house and spending New Years together. Granted, no one really wanted to drive the two hours, but we figured it would be worth the trip to be as a group to bring in the new year. Unfortunately, somehow the entire thing got messed up and everyone was becoming chaotic as New Years came closer and closer. Turns out that my friend (Emily, the owner of the beach house) got completely ripped off by her best friends of high school because they told all of our guy friends, including myself as I am closer with that particular circle, that Emily was not going to throw her party anymore and we should just go to Brittany's house. Ugh. This was a migrane waiting to happen- not to say I don't like the girls, but I have always been kind of closer to Emily and her roommate Laura because they went to College Park and I saw them the most frequently after high school.

So we got to Brittany's house and everything seemed to be like walking on egg shells for me because I wasn't "technically" invited by the owner of the house. And then everyone got there and started drinking so the awkwardness kind of went away for a while. Honestly, this was probably my least favorite New Years I can remember. I would have much rather just stayed at home with my parents watching movies and drinking Woodchucks (my favorite alcoholic cider). But, since I got peer pressured by my friends, I went.

We were at Brittany's for quite some time before 4 of us decided to go to the bar. Me, my friend Ryan, an old friend from elementary school Jason and his friend David all headed to a bar in Rockville. (Or at least I think it was in Rockville...) This was the most interesting part of the night, I was with a total stranger, a really old friend I hadn't seen in a while, and some guy who is synonymous for wanting to sleep with everything that has two legs and two boobs. So, I did what any normal girl would do in this situation... I ran around the bar like an idiot talking to strangers and praying that I would get a phone call to interrupt all of this drunken fun I am having. I had a few calls, mostly from my North Carolina friends, or my injured ex boyfriend from his couch in Maine.. but for the most part this whole bar scene was just not my style.

So we headed back to Brittany's house after the ball dropped at midnight (after I gave all of my friends, old and new, a kiss making me look like a ginormous skank... but there was no tongue, so I don't really care. It's my New Years and I'll kiss my friends if I want to). Upon arriving back at Brittany's, I was fairly intoxicated. So much so that I wasn't even bothered by the fact that one of my best guy friends was making out with the owner of the house. Now that I look back, I am kind of bothered. She looks like the slutty dog from Lady and the Tramp- you know the one when Lady goes to jail and meets the skanky dog who explains the Tramps trampy ways with her cigarette induced voice? Yeah, sums her up to a T in my opinion. Hopefully she never reads this blog. But at the time I thought it was kind of funny. He ran around from girl to girl trying to get his "freak on" as Missy would say, and I couldn't help but hear the funky beat of that song as I watched his drunken stutter step. "Ba-da-da-da-da-da, Ba-da-da-da-da-da, Ba-da-da-da-da-da, GET YO FREAK ONNNN". It was actually pretty funny. But I did feel a little bit of a heart strain on my behalf. I have loved this kid since I was about 12, and I think I have mentioned him in prior blogs, but I am sure that those of you reading this know exactly who I am talking about. Maybe it was payback for making out with his brother on New Years last year... that's about all I could come up with for his defense of why he was acting so bizarre.

Anyway, that's about how my New Years came and went. Full of chaos and eggshells with a twist of heartache. I really hope that this night of bringing in the new year is not indicative of the year that is to come, I don't know if I want to relive that night. I guess next year to bring in 2009 I should just go on a vacation to some island... let me know if you want to come. haha.