So I guess that most of you will be out, partying the night (and indeed, the year,) away in great style!
Me? I’m sat at home with a coffee and watching the Lakers basketball game on ESPN (they’re up by two, 49-47 against Denver)
I just can’t be bothered with going out any day of the year, not least new year’s eve!
Where I live (and it’s going to sound pretty ghetto, I warn you,) to go out around town, one must dress the part, meaning crotch-skimming, body-con dresses in some garish coloured polyester, straight from a market stall, along with bare legs and seven-inch platform heels in, dare I say it, PVC (mainly the girls)!
Not only that, but there are certain rules one must observe on said nights out:
- The bigger the hair, the better (boys and girls)
- The more orange the skin, the better (boys and girls)
- The more cleavage on show, the better (believe it or not, boys and girls, though for the boys, there doesn’t tend to be much “cleavage”, just a very low V-necked tee !)
- Drinks are to NEVER be left unattended (general common sense really)
- One must NEVER look at another person who is not in the same party, unless they want their faces smashed into the pavement!
Now, as you can probably gather, I am slightly cynical of this entire “clubbing-crowd”. I don’t really fit in with them and they’re not my kind of people… Although saying that, no one is really my kind of people!
Number 5 is a personal peeve of mine – Why should I have to walk around staring at the ground all night?! I mean, sure, my shoes are pretty, I might have paid a lot of money for them, but I’m not a living adaptation of an “A Day in the Life of My Left and Right Foot” movie!
I have a tendency to stare. It’s not intentional and therefore, it isn’t done in malice. I totally phase out and people think I’m staring at them when in fact, I’m looking right through or past them and am in some kind of quasi-epileptic daze! I mean, really, why on earth would someone just assume that their face is so interesting that I must be staring at it?!
So I don’t really go out – I don’t enjoy it. I don’t drink. I don’t like people. I don’t like the music they play (note: I loosely call it music for ease of reading, but that’s a whole nother rant!)
So I’m spending NYE 2011 in my room with Mr R&R, probably going to make popcorn and watch a movie, and if I’m asleep by midnight, so be it – I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world!
On that note, I’ll see you all next year, and I hope that you have a wonderful 2012!!