Happy New Years Eve everyone! The start of a new year always brings about a time to reflect on the past year: mistakes I’ve made, the lessons I’ve learned, and what I want to accomplish and change for the next year. New Years Eve, however, is a time to make all the mistakes one last time before your new years resolutions kick in
My New Year’s Eves are always overrated. There is so much hype built up for this one night, and I always feel as though I’ve been let down. Actually, that’s an understatement. I think I have a New Years Eve curse – I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a good New Years Eve night out. Let’s take a look back at the ghosts of my new years pasts.
NYE 2008: I had gotten a brand new digital camera for Christmas and I couldn’t have been more excited. I was in the “take photos of everyone to post to Facebook” stage and my camera was attached to my hip. New Years was the first big event I could bring my camera out to. Unfortunately, within 30 minutes of getting to the party, I dropped my brand new camera into my drink. Bye bye camera
NYE 2009: I received a new WATERPROOF camera for Christmas and was extra careful with it throughout the night. After midnight we were all cheers-ing with our bottles of champagne celebrating the new year. I went to take a sip from the bottle directly when someone bumped the end of it sending it into my tooth, CHIPPING IT. Yes, I got a CHIPPED TOOTH on New Years. It was super attractive. It’s safe to say it put a damper on my night, but it wasn’t anything that a few jello shots and a trip to the dentist couldn’t fix.
^Pre tooth chip
NYE 2010: Camera is still in tact, my tooth has been fixed I learned my lesson the year before and avoided drinking from any bottle directly (although the photo below contradicts that ;)). The night was going well until around 1:30 AM when my best friend told me my zipper to my dress was falling down. Turns out my zipper broke somehow resulting in my dress basically slowly falling off me. I grabbed my boyfriends jacket and called my parents to come pick me up. They drove all the way out to my party at 2:00 AM to pick me up. Sorry mom & dad, your’e the best!
NYE 2011: Last year I spent my first New Years Eve in Boston, and it was also my first New Years Eve that I was single. I didn’t realize how different New Years would be in a major city. We didn’t buy tickets to any bar, so we ended up going to a small hole in the wall across the street. It wasn’t fancy – and it wasn’t that fun, but the people I was with made it a great night! Although I didn’t break a camera or a zipper, or chip my tooth, I did have a slight (drunken) argument with one of my close friends. It was dumb, and over a boy, but it put a damper on my evening. Luckily everything was fine, and we even joked about it the next morning.
So there you have it folks, the curse of New Year’s past. I’m hoping that all my bad luck has run out and maybe this year I’ll have a little of the luck of the Irish here iwth me in Boston
Hope you all have a wonderful New Years Eve! I’ll be back tomorrow with photos, stories, resolutions, and most likely a pain in the ass hangover See you in 2013!