New years eve...

Well, I guess I am supposed to tell of my grand adventures here...

*sighs* Well, morning dawned bright and early New years eve. Kids kept peeking into my room to see if I was awake so they could play with the x-box and I ...well, I pretended to be asleep until the phone rang around 8am. It wasn't for me. ~I got up anyway. Rambled in to check on computer world, allowed the herd into my room, visited with my uncle and waited on my Aunt to cut my hair.

Morning turned into afternoon and still the hair cut did not get bumped up on the priority list. I headed to the store to grab some cat food and stopped by the bowling alley to show my parents the painting I had done there.

Stopped to grab a bite to eat while I was out. Then I went home to create a flyer to leave out so that I can get my art lessons started up again. Haircut loomed in the future but I realize that if I get it cut I will miss the New years Eve party because it is three hours away. Decide that the haircut really is worth it, even if I have to spend the night at home doing nothing.

Haircut done, I play on the computer for a while. I think about going to hear my friend's band preform. Doorbell rings, an old friend of mine is downstairs. He noticed that I was home and decided to invite me to go to a New Years Eve party with him.

I'm thinking...hey, that's fun. Glad to have a few good friends left int the world! I look at my watch and have an hour and a half before the party starts so I head to the bowling alley to drop off my art information. Visit with my friends there, but tell them I can't stay, then rush home so I'll be there when he comes to pick me up.

The time for him to come passes, half an hour, forty five minutes...I guess it is possible that he could forget me? I call him up...sure enough he forgot. How on earth can someone forget so fast? *sigh*

Well, he did come to pick me up eventually but was a little bummed about being forgotten and about not doing what I had originally planned to do.

Out to the country we go, lots of my buddies there, shoot off some fireworks, drink some gingerale and sit around and watch a bunch of couples doing what couples do.

So, was new years eve good? I guess. (Ok, the truth is, no, it was a bummer of an evening.)