I can't remember the last time I had an enjoyable New Years' Eve. Last year, I was hanging out with some close friends, and we went to see a movie. My parents didn't want us on the roads late because they were afraid of drunk drivers, so we went to a late afternoon movie, and then were going to order take out and lounge around for the night. I thought that going early would be okay. My parents called, I told them. Not only did they yell at me til the cows came home, but my father (my parents were at a party at our neighbors' house) drove to the movie theatre and picked me up to bring me home, then at my mother's command put me under house arrest to punish me. And that night was the only night I was going to get to see many of those friends all year. So I sat home, ate junk food, watched TV and played on BWW all by my lonesome. My parents called me around 11:00 and felt bad, telling me that I should come to the party they were at; the "adults" were in one place, the kids in another -- their kids are the same age as my brother and I, and some of my friends were there. Little did my mother know that they were drunk off their asses. She felt so bad that she basically forced me to go, and being that I don't drink, I did nothing but feel really uncomfortable, with my friends throwing up everywhere they walked, or trying to shove drinks down my throat. One of my friends was so drunk that he basically tried every sexual advance he could think of. Not that he's not that way when he's sober, but this was way worse. NOT a fun night. And in years' previous, I've always had family commitments that have never been much fun.
So, suffice it to say, I want to do something fun this year.
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Updated On: 11/7/05 at 04:07 PM
