Going on a date with B tonight for NYE. Was wanting to see the local symphony orchestra concert, but as always, being the last minuter that I am, found out that the only seats left are, not only expensive, but also not so strategic. So decided to pass on that. Next year I’ll make sure to get our tickets on time, probably in early fall.
I thought to myself, “I’m getting so old. I want to watch a classical concert on NYE, when most people my age probably plan on getting utterly inebriated.” I asked myself if I’d have fun if we were to go out on the town partying from bar to bar with no sobriety in sight. Or if we were to go out partying on the biggest NYE party in town – a ball-dropping party of some sort held in one of the town’s main streets.
I found myself answering no. It’s not because I’m getting old, or because I have a kid or some stupid insensible bullshit like that. It’s simply because I’ve become, surprisingly, awfully content with the fact that I am, afterall, a social introvert.
And besides, I like getting drunk in my own home. Endless booze, convenient distance to nearby bathrooms should I feel the need to vom. For a social introvert with special fondness of alcohol, I really can’t imagine anything more fun than that.
That sounds really sad, but well. I’m about to turn 27, and it’s about time I feel comfortable admitting that. I love a party with friends, I really do. But most of my dearest friends are far away from this town, and B’s friends.. well, I don’t know about you, but I can’t really foresee myself having a boatload of drunkey, boozy fun with people whose relationships with me fall in the acquaintance category.
So B suggested the classic routine of dinner and movie. I’ve been wanting to catch Harry Potter. But then decided against the movie, because well, I just don’t feel like a movie on NYE. We watch movies all the time anyway. But the dinner is still on, and here I am, at almost noon on the day of the NYE, with no idea or reservations.
This morning I suddenly remembered that I’ve been wanting to experience the Brazilian churrascaria experience. Basically a meat buffet, done Brazilian style. So I checked the website of the one restaurant in this town who does churrascaria, only to find out that no tables are available.
So there’s another plan down the drain. All because I’m a lazy, last-minuter bum.
Now I’m starring blankly at the local restaurant guide website hoping some sort of inspiration will hit me, and if we’re lucky, a table in the restaurant of our final choice.
I should really worry about making resolutions instead, shouldn’t I?