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*Rant Alert*
Published on December 30, 2005 By Sally jacobs In Life Journals
I really hate New Years Eve. I didn't always used to be like this, but as the years go by, the more I grow to hate it. There was a time when I liked it, just like everyone else. I loved getting dressed up, getting tickets for some fabulous club, and going partying. To see in the New Year with my friends, and getting extremely drunk in the process. Sounds good right? Well, somethings happened over the years, the magic has been lost. Sad I know. The amazing thing is, Christmas hasn't lost its magic just yet, but New Years has? Strange huh. So I guess I should share with you my reasons for hating New Years. Before I do, can I just say, the actual idea of New Years I quite like.....it's everything that goes with it that annoys the hell out of me.

Now the first two things that annoy me, are two things that happen before you even step out of the door. You have to find somewhere to go AND you have to find something to wear. Not to difficult right? Hmm....you would think not. First the ticket. Everyone wants to go out New Years Eve, which means places are even more difficult to get in, so you have to pay over the odds for some club, that any other weekend would cost nothing to get in. You have to organise who's going, and you have to pick up the tickets, which you fit inbetween your xmas shopping, and making xmas dinner! Next is your outfit. As New Years Eve is an extra special night, you need an extra special outfit. Usually an outfit that takes several shopping trips, fighting people Christmas shopping, and making 'shopping rage' look very appealing (shopping rage is very similar to road rage, but more violent). So you try on loads of outfits, and nearly always you get the one that you tried on in the first shop, which now feels like a life time ago.

So you have the ticket. You have the outfit. Which usually consists of a very low cut top, and a very low skirt, and extremely high shoes. Then New Years Eve arrives, and it's usually freezing, raining, and maybe even snowing. You prepare yourself, which any girl will tell you takes at least three hours. You do your hair. Which is usually messed up straight after you step out of the door because it starts raining! You get all ready, you twirl in the mirror, you make the decision, that actually fighting all the people shopping was worth it because you look hot. You even convince yourself that you might actually have a good night. Then you look outside and it's raining and windy and horrible, and you try desperately to find a coat that compliments your outfit. You soon realise it's a pointless task. So you have two options pneumonia or looking attractive. Nine tines out of ten, looking attractive wins, vanity is a strange thing. So you and your ridiculously high shoes leave the house, slipping and sliding, and shaking from the cold. You convince yourself that as soon as you reach the club you will be fine, you just have to get there. Forget the fact that at 4am in the morning you will still be walking the streets trying to get a cab. Because lets not forget EVERYONE is out New Years Eve. Anyway more of that later.

You reach the club, after waiting an hour for a taxi, because the firm is so busy. You secretly think this is a good thing, because then everything wont be so busy. HA! More fool you. You arrive at the club. And there is still people waiting to get in, all gripping their tickets that they fought so hard to get. So you slip and slide your way to the club, and wait outside in your super sexy slinky outfit. If you haven't already fallen on you arse, it's guaranteed as soon as you get a few drinks down you, you will . You eventually reach the club, and get in, and it's extremely busy. Because did I mention, everyone wants to be out New Years Eve? You can barely move, some fool will step on your snazzy new shoes, that are now killing your feet. Some fool will also spill beer on you, and you will just want to sit down, but alas there will be no where to sit. But you think, everything at midnight will be fine. You are all seeing the New Year in together after all! The time towards midnight seems to go extremely slowly, but eventually the DJ turns down the music, that is pumping in your ears, and so the countdown begins........

What happens at midnight? Well, you wish those around you a happy new year, and hand out a few hugs, and then, maybe the thing that annoys me the most. Everyone gets there mobile phones out and phones the people they aren't with. People search for corners where they will get reception, and so it begins the happy new year mobile frenzy. People start sending msgs, that will come through at 7am the next morning, when you are nursing a very sore head, and probably a cold and a sore arse where you fell over. It's not just one msg either, it will be every person, you have ever known, in your whole life! Your phone will just continue going off, till you throw it at a wall and it stops. Anyway, back at the club, the mobile phone frenzy has calmed down, and your sat wondering to yourself, was that really it? I spent all that money.....for this? Then in your drunken state you start thinking about all the things you didn't achieve the past year, and how you didn't do you new years resolutions, and how this year will be different. Blah, blah. Then to top your night off, some drunken, dribbling fool, will feel its completely nessecary to grope your arse, it is New Years after all!

Eventually, your night will be over, you will spend ages trying to catch a cab, you will be freezing cold, and your feet will be killing, and you will be thinking what an anti-climax, and you will realise that your going to have the mother of all hangovers!

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

Comments
on Dec 31, 2005
Nice one.

I'm hopeful for a favorable outcome this time around. I simply plan on sharing some beverages with my sister, making my way downtown, and then hanging out at my favorite bar. No big deal, no big hassle.

And hopefully no big hangover.

Best of luck, Happy New Year.
on Jan 01, 2006
Thanks Nic, hope you had a fabulous New Year hunny, and a great year ahead