Well as Ted would say on How I Met Your Mother “the thing about New Year’s Eve is that it sucks”.
This year I was friendless (not unusual) and feeling ill. However I know from past experience that if I don’t leave my house on NYE I will be super depressed and down on myself for not trying. I live in the middle of nowhere. Most bars were closed. They do this sometimes on major holidays to avoid the sloppy drunks who may damage their bar or cause a fight. I had 2 choices-the fun gay bar in town or a bus trip to Wheeling Island Casino. The problem with the bar is that it’s in town and I hate this town. I went to Wheeling last New Year’s Eve. The big problem then was that it was incredibly overcrowded. You couldn’t even get a slot machine about halfway through the night. Plus it would have cost a lot more to take the bus trip. So I decided on the local bar.
A few days before I started feeling ill. This means that my attempts to by a dress were incredibly half assed. I was only in the stores for a few minutes, felt dizzy and left. I also never got around to buying pantyhose. So on NYE I was stumbling around my house sweaty and nauseous trying on every dress I could find. I assumed I’d go with an old slinky black dress that resembles something a ballerina would wear and jazz it up with the accessories. (BTW-how cute is this nail polish that I won from Agent Lover) I couldn’t find that. I eventually settled on this cute Betsey Johnson dress I’d scored on eBay a few months prior. It was incredibly cheap because it was used and the straps were torn. So I cut them the rest of the way off and attached them to a new, cute purple bra with some small safety pins. Yay, it worked!
I didn’t get there until almost 11:30, which was fine with me. I figured that I’d stay an hour. That way I could at least be out with people when it turned midnight, I know. I had a couple of drinks, there was a drag show, a DJ was spinning great dance music and they gave us champagne for midnight. It was pretty nice. At almost 12:30 when I was getting ready to leave some girl I went to high school (the bane of my existence-see here) with came up and started talking at me. She was with her friend who was also a classmate.
So now I had a dilemma. If I left right then (which was my plan) it would look like I was letting people run me out of there. However if I stayed I was worried I’d start knocking back shots of tequila and make an ass of myself. So instead I figured I’d get one more drink, stay another hour and then leave. Um, the drink was a Four Loko. I did enjoy watching some hot gay guys dance while I tried to finish the huge drink. Eventually I did and left.
Of course that thing hit me when I got home. It was good because I remembered to take outfit pictures. I had already removed my jewelry because it was itching me though. Oops. However it was bad because I talked to someone I always argue with and argued with them, shockers. xd. Plus I posted unintelligible things online (that I later deleted).
So I went to bed feeling like my shitty 18 year old self but at least I was covered in lotion with glitter.
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