I went to my first actual New Years Party ( sorta-kinda, was about 12 of us close friends ), so that was a new and fun experience. A week or two ago I was told about the possibility that my friend's parents would be cool with her throwing a laid back party at her new home and having everyone crash at her place afterward ( so as to avoid intoxicated manslaughter etc. ) but that plan fell through come New Years Eve. Which I figured out only after I sent her a text at 6 o'clock at night, wondering if I actually had plans for the night or if I was going to spend it alone reading Gone Girl ( which is fantastic so far I just started it ) and listening to coffee house playlists on Spotify. Though more realistically it would've been more like I would sit there in my bed, lamp light on and headphones playing music rich with sentiment and memories... Eyes either closed or staring off into the page until the Times New Roman text blurs as my head bobs with the beat and emotions well up in remembrance of all that's come to pass in this most recently concluded chapter of my life- all until before I know it, it's 3 in the morning, I haven't read more than 10 pages, and my heart is now pumping in anticipation of something ( though I don't know what ) and I have to go walk/dance/jog it off out in the wee, cold hours of the morning. I say all of this because it's happened many times before, silly as it sounds. Anyway, come 7:30 ish, I get an invitation from a close friend of mine to a get-together at his Dad's house. I remember doing a breakfast club fashion fist pump to the sky as I read it. Whew, night saved.
*( I have such a deep love for music that naturally when I remember events and what not, there are songs that my subconscious automatically assigns to these happenings, so I'm always sure to mention them) *
*cue Something Good Can Work by Two Door Cinema Club*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0hjjFoId30
Once the clock struck 8:30 and I'd found a nice stopping place in the video game I was delved into and the book I was simultaneously reading not to mention the playlist I had playing in the background ( yeah I don't know I have a problem with wanting to do too many things at once ) I threw on some jeans, deciding to be the "casual-under-dressed-but-still-looking-sorta-nice-and-I-just-came-to-kick-it" guy. At the foot of the text message invite the host asked kindly if I'd be able to bring a drink of some sort to help out, Figuring Kroger would be like an agitated bee hive, I avoided that headache and grabbed a liter of Pepsi that I knew my family would never touch from the pantry. Feeling lackadaisical I somehow justified me not brushing my hair ( as if they're equivalent, completely substitute-able things ) with this carbonated donation. I'm obviously a very self-conscious person.
At the time I'd also a received a message from another friend inquiring of my plans for the night, but I just couldn't really include her in it. Because in so doing, I would then feel responsible for her comfort and enjoyment, and quite honestly I just wanted to be able to kick back and live a little for once. Over the past few days I had ( and still am as I write this) been dealing with drama with my own friendship circle. Hardly ever do I find myself completely "setting everything down" per se and being that I seemed to have been on a natural cloud, I intended to capitalize. My apologies friend. I'll make it up to you at some point.
It's funny, for once in my life I actually showed up on time to this gig and I was still one of the last to arrive- others already digging into the night's festivities. I slapped my forehead and laughed to myself as I shut the door behind me and put my things down- all 1 liter of my belongings. I also completely forgot the whole "stay the night" part as far as bringing clothes and a toothbrush, but oh well. Or at least that's what I told the others who asked, because for some reason never in my life have I been that kid who brings such things to sleep overs. It's all natur-el for me, man.
Waiting for a few friends to return from a quick store run, a friend and I partook in the most sub-par game of chess imaginable. The others returned just in time to watch me lose, but I had fun with it.
*cue Welcome To New York by Taylor Swift- because she performed it that night anyway*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uM4xkH5GUM
A solid bunch of others joined, including my ex girlfriend and a few others I don't get to see all too often. I enjoyed catching up with them briefly as they came in and in the few minutes afterward as they each settled in. About this time, after a few games of Shneef ( a fun party game involving a pool table ) and of course goofy dancing in the area between the speaker system and the TV, the countdown for the new year came in. Here's a fun fact- never in my life have I actually done that whole New Years kiss thing. I used to be "above it", then for bit I was curious about it, but now I find that I feel nothing toward. I guess when the time comes that I share one with a nice girl of my own, I'll understand the custom. But until then, as I did this year, I'll just hop into other peoples snap-chat stories making guest appearances in the bits captioned "single lyf" and wearing soft smiles as I throw up "I'm-a-tourist" peace signs whilst others around me embarrassingly lock lips. Oh, and at this exact moment, it was also a friend's birthday.
*cue #Beautiful by Mariah Carey & Miguel*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oe1wtkkt9-E
I wasn't expecting some people to be there, and a heads-up would've been grand but it was okay. I'm one of those people who sometimes needs to mentally prepare before certain social situations, but like I said, it was okay.
The night's activities amp'ed up a solid bit once the new year began. Following a few clinking glasses and cork pops, we went outside and twirled about with sparklers. You know, because birthday and what not. I can't remember the last time I'd enjoyed those simple little spectacles, and the 26 degree weather outside didn't stop deter us in the least... Fonts of sparks spouting outward from orange and yellow orbs, twirled about and flying around in our youthful hands like excited wisps as the crisp cold night filled for the moment with infrequent lawn fires, giggles, ecstatic shrieks and friendship.
That entire sect of friends I was with ( save one poor soul) at one point began to burst into song and before we knew it, we were going song for song through Les Miserables in awful harmony with great gusto. Each hitting our own roles and assuming their respective accents. I've never been the best at singing, nor has anyone else, but if you think that meant we sang it all any less loudly or proudly, you and every co-inhabitant of the gated community are very, very sadly mistaken.
*cue La Vie En Rose by Louie Armstrong*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IJzYAda1wA
After a few individuals drifted back to their homes, and a few had already passed out in front of the TV needlessly playing the Wolf of Wall Street, I trudged upstairs, took off my belt, set aside my socks, popped in my headphones, and after a few others joined and a few chuckles were shared, I laid for a bit in the quiet. It wasn't long before all that could be heard were the faint whispers of the movie rolling on quietly in the living room down stairs and the breaths of nearby friends. I remember mulling over everything again in my head as I always do, checking for instances I might've addressed incorrectly or opportunities I did not seize. Rather quickly though, I gathered that such things we'rent necessary... I never make New Years resolutions but if I were to make one, it would be something like not letting myself continue that habit anymore. So I turned out all the lights in the left side of my brain and let the right side have a hay day, pouring over into my dreams. It was the least I could do for myself despite all the questions bouncing around in my head.
After all, that night was a good night.
*( I have such a deep love for music that naturally when I remember events and what not, there are songs that my subconscious automatically assigns to these happenings, so I'm always sure to mention them) *
*cue Something Good Can Work by Two Door Cinema Club*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0hjjFoId30
Once the clock struck 8:30 and I'd found a nice stopping place in the video game I was delved into and the book I was simultaneously reading not to mention the playlist I had playing in the background ( yeah I don't know I have a problem with wanting to do too many things at once ) I threw on some jeans, deciding to be the "casual-under-dressed-but-still-looking-sorta-nice-and-I-just-came-to-kick-it" guy. At the foot of the text message invite the host asked kindly if I'd be able to bring a drink of some sort to help out, Figuring Kroger would be like an agitated bee hive, I avoided that headache and grabbed a liter of Pepsi that I knew my family would never touch from the pantry. Feeling lackadaisical I somehow justified me not brushing my hair ( as if they're equivalent, completely substitute-able things ) with this carbonated donation. I'm obviously a very self-conscious person.
At the time I'd also a received a message from another friend inquiring of my plans for the night, but I just couldn't really include her in it. Because in so doing, I would then feel responsible for her comfort and enjoyment, and quite honestly I just wanted to be able to kick back and live a little for once. Over the past few days I had ( and still am as I write this) been dealing with drama with my own friendship circle. Hardly ever do I find myself completely "setting everything down" per se and being that I seemed to have been on a natural cloud, I intended to capitalize. My apologies friend. I'll make it up to you at some point.
It's funny, for once in my life I actually showed up on time to this gig and I was still one of the last to arrive- others already digging into the night's festivities. I slapped my forehead and laughed to myself as I shut the door behind me and put my things down- all 1 liter of my belongings. I also completely forgot the whole "stay the night" part as far as bringing clothes and a toothbrush, but oh well. Or at least that's what I told the others who asked, because for some reason never in my life have I been that kid who brings such things to sleep overs. It's all natur-el for me, man.
Waiting for a few friends to return from a quick store run, a friend and I partook in the most sub-par game of chess imaginable. The others returned just in time to watch me lose, but I had fun with it.
*cue Welcome To New York by Taylor Swift- because she performed it that night anyway*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uM4xkH5GUM
A solid bunch of others joined, including my ex girlfriend and a few others I don't get to see all too often. I enjoyed catching up with them briefly as they came in and in the few minutes afterward as they each settled in. About this time, after a few games of Shneef ( a fun party game involving a pool table ) and of course goofy dancing in the area between the speaker system and the TV, the countdown for the new year came in. Here's a fun fact- never in my life have I actually done that whole New Years kiss thing. I used to be "above it", then for bit I was curious about it, but now I find that I feel nothing toward. I guess when the time comes that I share one with a nice girl of my own, I'll understand the custom. But until then, as I did this year, I'll just hop into other peoples snap-chat stories making guest appearances in the bits captioned "single lyf" and wearing soft smiles as I throw up "I'm-a-tourist" peace signs whilst others around me embarrassingly lock lips. Oh, and at this exact moment, it was also a friend's birthday.
*cue #Beautiful by Mariah Carey & Miguel*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oe1wtkkt9-E
I wasn't expecting some people to be there, and a heads-up would've been grand but it was okay. I'm one of those people who sometimes needs to mentally prepare before certain social situations, but like I said, it was okay.
The night's activities amp'ed up a solid bit once the new year began. Following a few clinking glasses and cork pops, we went outside and twirled about with sparklers. You know, because birthday and what not. I can't remember the last time I'd enjoyed those simple little spectacles, and the 26 degree weather outside didn't stop deter us in the least... Fonts of sparks spouting outward from orange and yellow orbs, twirled about and flying around in our youthful hands like excited wisps as the crisp cold night filled for the moment with infrequent lawn fires, giggles, ecstatic shrieks and friendship.
That entire sect of friends I was with ( save one poor soul) at one point began to burst into song and before we knew it, we were going song for song through Les Miserables in awful harmony with great gusto. Each hitting our own roles and assuming their respective accents. I've never been the best at singing, nor has anyone else, but if you think that meant we sang it all any less loudly or proudly, you and every co-inhabitant of the gated community are very, very sadly mistaken.
*cue La Vie En Rose by Louie Armstrong*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IJzYAda1wA
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| Our Christmas Tree that takes weeks to go down |
After a few individuals drifted back to their homes, and a few had already passed out in front of the TV needlessly playing the Wolf of Wall Street, I trudged upstairs, took off my belt, set aside my socks, popped in my headphones, and after a few others joined and a few chuckles were shared, I laid for a bit in the quiet. It wasn't long before all that could be heard were the faint whispers of the movie rolling on quietly in the living room down stairs and the breaths of nearby friends. I remember mulling over everything again in my head as I always do, checking for instances I might've addressed incorrectly or opportunities I did not seize. Rather quickly though, I gathered that such things we'rent necessary... I never make New Years resolutions but if I were to make one, it would be something like not letting myself continue that habit anymore. So I turned out all the lights in the left side of my brain and let the right side have a hay day, pouring over into my dreams. It was the least I could do for myself despite all the questions bouncing around in my head.
After all, that night was a good night.
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