~ Happy New Year ~
Oh boy, there is SO MUCH to recap from the most over rated night of the year, that I feel I couldn’t possibly get across the debauchery that went down. I feel like your opinion of me may (ed note: it totally will) drastically drop, hence I’ll keep it short in an attempt to still appear somewhat cool (ed note 2: I am not).
In a poor attempt to make my night seem reasonable, I sincerely do think my night was a result of a series of
misfortunate stupid events. Let’s recap, shall we?
On New Year’s Eve, what did I eat? For breakfast I ate nothing (stupid move #1), for lunch I had a can of veggie soup (stupid move #2), for dinner? well I picked at some appetizers with my friends (stupid move #3, I should have been eating a truck full of carbs.) And what did I drink? Oh you know, the usual champagne, wine, shots of JD, straight shots of vodka… ( stupid move #4,5,6,7, and 8) that’s when things get blurry… and by ‘blurry’ I mean, things disappeared for me.
Not only did I miss the countdown, but I missed the entire night. I missed the dancing, and photos, and jagerbombs, and my apparent make out at midnight with The Ex-Crush.
I missed everything.
I woke up the next morning and the shadow of death was upon me. My last, shall we say incident with the toilet?, was at 10:30pm and the only thing I’ve eaten, since picking at those appetizers on Thursday night, is a can of soup.
Tonight, at 9pm I am meeting this boy for coffee, he messaged me this morning with this message, “Hey, are you free tonight for a coffee or something. I’ve got some stuff I wanna talk to you about" Ummmm whhhaaat? I’m nervous, I feel like I’m in trouble or something… I’ll let y’all know what it’s about tonight.
Oh and fyi, I woke up Friday morning in The Ex-Crush’s roommate’s bed, stumbled out the door (in my dress, classy, I know) to see him in bed with another girl. Life is awesome, don’tcha think?
Oh, and getting a phone call from my dad, because someone dropped my purse off at my parent’s house (saw my address on my ID) was the cherry on top of a ridiculous night.
Sigh, onwards and upwards, right? I learnt a valiant lesson NYE, umm alcohol? not my friend and I really want to be a better person in 2010. It starts now.
I am not drinking until my Grenada trip in February. 12 pounds to go until I hit my short term goal of 153. New Years Eve doesn’t define me. I will do this, just watch me.
Ps I went to starbucks and studyed today for 2 hours and called my trainer, 7am Monday morning, 3 times a week. I’m going to OWN January. True story.