New Years Eve

Tonight there is a Chinese New Year themed party at my work. I am here checking people in, and then I am looking forward to going home. Why, might you ask, am I as a young not quite single, fun loving girl going out for the evening? Well if the last three new years have taught me nothing else, they have taught me that I am just as likely to have fun at home as I would be going out somewhere. Let us take a walk down New Years past and look at the last few of mine...

December 31, 2005 is Steve and my first New Years together. We got back a few days earlier from the Bahamas so going out and doing anything to crazy is not an option. We end up at the local casino, board our of our minds. By the time it is 11:30 we are both very ready to go home, but being on the road at our first New Years does not sound very romantic. The solution: hang out in the sports bar and order some greasy goodness to bring in the New Year. The thing about the sports bar is that the new year came and went without anyone saying one word...

December 31, 2006 we plan ahead, to try to have a better New Year than the year before. We end up buying slightly expensive tickets to do something fun in San Francisco. We are both really looking forward to it and get all dolled up for the occasion. When we arrive we realize it is not nearly as cool as the fliers let on, and are completely out of our element. We give up at about 10:30, go to a liquor store to get some alcohol, and bring in the new year in the hotel room. Not the most exciting thing we have ever done...

December 30, 2007 we are in Vancouver, Canada for the holiday. We decide to go take a nap before we go out that evening. I take a nap, the firefighter falls asleep for the evening. One hour later I am wide awake, he is snoring next to me. I stay up until 4am reading Memoirs of a Geisha (still one of the best books I have read). This leads into

December 31, 2007 we are up early to do all sorts of tourist things in a foreign country. I make a big deal about going out that evening, and he had better not pass out on me again. We go out to a very nice dinner (even though we had to wait well over an hour to be seated), and decide to go back to the hotel to change into something more comfortable and warmer... At this point I decide I am to tired to take another step and tell him I have to go to bed. I think that I was asleep by about 10pm (the firefighter still harasses me about me passing out after threatening him repeatedly during the day about the need to go out).

So with that, we decide this is the year to just stay home, and that is exactly what we are going to do. Well, as soon as I am done checking people in that wanted to go out and party at work. Happy New Year!