My plans for an epic New Year’s Eve were thwarted. These plans were indeed EPIC! Picture this: intimate gathering with Jersey Belle and Oingo Boingo at an uppity bar that serves the most delicious drinks you’ve ever had. Three of the forty tickets they had sold belonged to us. All you can drink (their cheapest drink is around $12) from 9-1, champagne toast, food, fanciness, you get the picture.
Instead my New Year’s Eve consisted of the Plague – given to me so “lovingly” by Lucy(fer) and Damien over the Christmas holiday. So instead of hobnobbing with Philly’s elite while getting drunk enough to make some very poor choices, I was busy wrapped around the toilet thinking, “Why me? What have I done to deserve this??”
On the bright side I am not hungover today like many of the people I know. Granted, yesterday it was like I was hungover without having had the pleasure of imbibing. And while you were all out having your fancy steak and lobster dinners, my NYE dinner consisted of flat coke, two crackers, and a little bowl of applesauce.
I know how to party.
Here’s hoping your New Year’s was better than mine.