I have never been a huge New Year’s person; the whole drinking bubbles, getting wasted, wearing those ugly glasses with the new year and squeezing in public areas with a billion people to watch 5 mins of fireworks that is. Then I looked back and realized I never actually did the stereotypical New Year events. Of course, I blame this on my parents because they have collectively stopped celebrating any type of holiday or birthday since I hit the age of 12. My dad didn’t understand why any sane human would want to brave the cold and stand with a bunch of people to watch fireworks when you can catch the whole thing live on TV. In your underpants even. In other words, my family is uber chilled and low-key about things like that (euphemism for lazyass’).
This year is the first time as a “grown-up” celebrating New Year’s. Living alone, working and supporting myself like a BAMF, I decided to accept the invitation to “party-like-there-is-no-tomorrow”. I’m not a huge party animal but I am a fan of fireworks cause they pretty :)
Turns out, having a friend that is uber into New Year’s and loves planning things is crux. The first thing I see when I get to her apartment is this: