My last few New Year’s Eves have kind of blown.

2010 – I worked. While attempting to cocktail a tray of champagne-filled flutes, I dumped about half ON A GUEST (in my defense I was the door girl, not a server).  I mumbled an apology but was focused on getting back to the bar to get more because it was like 11:58 and most of the room was empty-handed.   All the champagne got out and I grabbed my own just in time to cheers the new year with my frustrating boss, his mail-order Russian bride and my very recently exed boyfriend.  Then the ex asked me outside and gave me some awkward speech about how it doesn’t have to be awkward and kissed me on the cheek.  Then I went home and cried and ate a burrito.

2009 – I worked earlier in the evening with my roommate/best friend/boss.  We went home and each fell asleep by 10, like the little old ladies that we are.

2008 – This was during the only party girl phase I went through.  I went to an overpriced party at a club with my two roommates and maybe kissed a guy or three.  My horrible roommate documented it and later sent those pictures to the guy who became my boyfriend seven months after the fact (because of a very twisted back story that involves a lovely little love triangle).  And I’m sure I was terribly hungover the next day.

2007 – I was sick, so couldn’t drink but went out with high school friends anyway.  My boyfriend had recently moved away and we were attempting the long distance thing.  I called him at midnight, but he claimed he didn’t get the call and got mad at me and we fought for the next two days. 

I don’t remember the years before that and it’s probably for the best. I always said that, hey the only way to go is up, but I would be totally okay if this NYE didn’t suck.  One of my Day Zero things is have a great NYE kiss.  I have three chances for it, so there’s not a ton of pressure there, but I have definitely been overthinking my plans. 

Plan A – Celebrate NYE and a friend’s 21st birthday in Las Vegas.  I actually got a ticket for this.  Then I thought about it for two seconds.  NYE…Las Vegas…21-year-olds (in her defense she does actually act older, but I imagine the occasion will have her and her 25-year-old girlfriend both acting like true 21-year-olds)…so not my style.  My Facebook invite RSVP slowly retreated from yes to maybe to no.

Plan B – Throw something together locally with other friends who also backed out of the Vegas trip, which is, like, everyone. 

Plan C – Rebel will be working at the party I worked at last year because, yes, he does have the same job as my ex, which is fortunately where the similarities stop (and my ex is no longer there) and has suggested I hang out there so I can at least see him.  This is less of an actual option, more of something I think about when I need a good laugh.  I am so not going back, even to see my adorable, little Rebel.

Plan D – My second invite came from my college roommate hosting a party in her fab apartment in LA.  Cocktails at night to be followed with watching the Rose Bowl Parade go by right outside the next morning.  Low key night with ladies I love and don’t see enough of?  Yes, please.  I switched my ticket to take me to LA for a fun-filled 24 hours.  It’s definitely more my style, except the only confirmed guests are two of the girls and their significant others, making me a fifth wheel.  I informed her I would be hanging off her balcony inviting tall, dark, handsome passersby up and she did not retract my invite so in a few short hours I’m jetting off to LA.

I didn’t really have plans the last few years and they sucked, so maybe since I came up with something ahead of time it won’t suck as much.  But, if it does, it can only go up from there, right?


So What Happened, Reverb 10?

I was really excited to start Reverb 10, but as December has moved along, the questions began to feel repetitive, or at least I felt like my answers would have been, and no one wants to beat a dead horse.  It’s just not as fun as beating a live one (or something, not really sure where this phrase came from).

The other night I was at my parents’ and looking through my mom’s camera.  Every time any of the kiddos are there she asks us how to get the pictures from the camera to the computer and every time we show her.  Lather, rinse, repeat.  So, needless to say, there were a lot of pictures on that camera.

Once it got just a few months back, I was like, “Oh, I remember that!  Oh yeah, and that time we did that thing!”

2010 was a long ass year.  It started with “and then I cried and ate a burrito” (that story comes tomorrow) and I think it will end with “and then I watched my college roommates pass out one by one.”  The moments that define it for me, I kind of laid out here and I have touched on other important things with other Reverb 10 posts, but there were so many little moments that have kind of left me already, which is why I was at a loss at the prompt about joy in the little moments.

I love having my blog and in 2011, I hope to include more of the in-between moments, not just the high-highs and the low-lows.  One of my 101 in 1001 things is to take pictures throughout and make a scrapbook at the end of the 1001 days.  That one is kind of a big fail for the first six months, so in 2011, I’m also going to try to take more pictures. 

With all my other resolutions, 2011 is going to be one busy year!  But first, in the next two days, I still have to work, run 14 miles, bake cookies, pack, clean, fly and party.  Might as well cram it all in and go out of 2010 in style!  Oh, and in 2011, I’m going to sleep…soooo excited, the holidays have worn me out!