I think I'm officially old. I no longer care about trying to have plans for NYE. For as long as I can remember, it was imperative that I did something SUPER fun on this night. Of course, with all that pressure, the night never ended up being as fun as I expected it to be, and was always a let down.
This year, I didn't even bother to try and rack my brain thinking of the ULTIMATE NYE night. I laughed when I heard others struggling with plans, you know, cause it HAS to be epic. I already know how the night would go. A whole lot of build-up for nothing. Sure there would be drinking and laughing and champagne and those party popper things. There would be a countdown and sparkly clothes and aching feet and kisses and crappy party food. There would also be zero taxi's, that one annoying drunk chic puking and/or crying, tons of cops out, and all that internal build up for just another night with confetti.
Actually, as I type this, I don't even know what I'll be doing tonight. There are 2 potential house parties to attend, but really, I think I'd be fine just staying in drinking the bottle of prosecco with the bf deluxe and watching Netflix. See? Old.