Did you know it’s perfectly acceptable to invite someone to a party for New Year’s Eve and then cancel said party on 30 December, thus rendering invitee (uninvitee?) without any plans for the biggest party night of the year?
Neither did I, but apparently it is because it happened earlier today. And now I’ve got nothing. All my other friends are either away or doing things with other couples or their own families because that’s what usually happens when one reaches this age – they’re either part of a Smug Married with plenty of other Smug Marrieds to have happy fun times with, or they have children and do grown-up family things like go on family holidays with other families.
So being neither a Smug Married or a Smug Married With Children (and therefore a leper/loser), I have nothing to do on New Year’s Eve. I contemplated going out and celebrating my loser status by buying fifteen or so cats – to hell with it all, may as well just succumb to the cliché – but I’ll probably just sit on the couch and watch a DVD. I hear there’s a really funny movie out called Bridesmaids, maybe you’ve heard of it?
Or perhaps I’ll just sulk all night about being nearly 32 and still single.
Regardless of whatever hardcore partying I get up to, I wish you the happiest of happy new years. Talk to you next year. x