The Day After New Years
I hate the day after New Years. The streets are littered with empty beer bottles, the roof deck is littered with silly string and the refrigerator is bursting at the seams with leftovers from Monday night’s party. (If this seems like a good thing, it’s not. Not after multiple Thanksgivings, multiple Christmas dinners and multiple holiday parties. I had five parties in one night the week before last—one of each of my five Monday night tap classes. I did very well during the first three but by 8:00pm, I could no longer resist the allure of Red Dye 40 and ended up eating an entire plate of Cheetos. What self-respecting 27 year old eats Cheetos?)
At any rate, I’m feeling fat and hung over, which is, I suppose, the mark of a good New Years but as I sit at my desk in my pjs thinking, “Damn, it’s 9:00am and I haven’t written a word for my blog this morning,” I can’t help but feel depressed.
TWD has gone back to New Jersey, my college friends have gone back to Baltimore and my brother has gone back to wherever it is he’s been sent by his fleet manager. I would like to go back to bed but this, unfortunately, is not an option.
At any rate, I suppose I ought to say a few words on the subject of New Years Eve.
The Great Ice Wars of 2012 were resolved (although there was much eye rolling) and TWD’s parents seemed to enjoy themselves. Of course, we haven’t spoken since I walked them to the door around 2:00am but for all intents and purposes, I think the initial meeting was a success.
After midnight, my old roommates started acting all weird and giggly and when I demanded to know what was going on, they confessed to having bet money on whether or not TWD was going to propose. My suitemate now owed my roommate a dollar (and entire dollar!) and as if that wasn’t enough, my neighbor (who is psychic apparently) told me that it’s only “my issues” that are holding him back so I need to work them out…
(Doesn’t anyone understand that there is a difference between being obsessed with weddings and obsessed with marriage?)
Sleeping arrangements were left up to my brother and me this year so instead of the late night/early morning shenanigans of 2011, I spent the night with TWD from start to finish.
This was a nice change, especially as I’d attempted to steal him away for a pre-midnight make out session in my bedroom only to discover that he was holding a peanut and M&Ms popcorn ball in his hand the whole time.
“Where did that come from?” I asked.
“Downstairs. I didn’t know you were calling me upstairs to make out.”
“Why else would I be calling you upstairs?”
“I don’t know…”
So much for that. Evidently I was too subtle for my own good.
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7 Responses to “The Day After New Years”
Haha, awesome. Sometimes boys are so clueless. Glad it all went well with TWD parents meeting Landlord and Chauffeur.
As for the excessive leftovers, I recommend getting your hands on a foodsaver. They are AWESOME. Food stays good for such a long time. Except ground beef. It doesn’t like having all the air sucked out and goes bad. I’m not sure why. But everything else works great. They’re not even all that expensive. Plus the bags can go in the microwave AND dishwasher, so you can reuse them. Fancy stuff!!
Happy New Year!
I’m no psychic, but I was hoping TWD would propose too.
We have WAY too much to work out first. He doesn’t have the same types of issues I have but he still has them 🙂 We’ve talked about it but we are both in agreement that it’s not going to happen until we’ve worked out some fairly significant details. (Where to live being one of the major ones…)
You’re smart. It’s good to work them out now, as one’s issues don’t change very easily.
SHEESH, it has only been a little over a year…everyone relax, poor TWD…too much stress, and believe me NONE from the landlord or chauffeur!
There is nothing wrong with taking your time when it comes to getting engaged. Adam and I have been together for a little over six years. Of course, we met Sophmore year in college and I flat out refused to entertain the idea of getting married until I had my degree.
One degree later, and I’m still waiting… lol, at least he’s worth it.
I totally think that it is a great idea that you two are talking out what things you need to sort out before proposing and jumping on the marriage train. Enjoy your time you two have with each other, have fun, and just be each others best friend without that pressure of marriage. Oh, and I totally got hammered the day before new years eve so I didn’t drink anything or eat too much on actual new years eve, luckily. 😉