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So the annual ritual has begun: planning for New Year's Eve. Really, it's an unintentional effort in futility, because every year, plans never work out exactly as you think they will. Here's a rundown of CK's typical NYE:

* dinner with friends (this really never gets messed up. It's dinner.)
* Bar #1 - usually sports a cover on the one night it ever does. Cover typically runs from $10-$50
* Apartment party - kiss kiss hug hug, beer or two
* Bar #2 - another cover. 'Hi' to out-of-town friends. Nearing midnight....
* Apt. party Round 2 - midnight. Kiss kiss hug hug. More beer.

See CK running from one place to another, frantically looking for cabs in between so as not to, well, spend midnight stuck in traffic. There have been some close calls, let me tell you. This is not to say I haven't had a lot of fun in the past years throughout all the running - I have. But it's, well, never *quite* what it's all cracked up to be.

The key downfall of this whole thing is the goal of making this night, this one night like any other, the greatest night of the year. Well, c'mon now. How is all of this planning and the one extra-cute shirt I bought supposed to add up to a night better than any of the others I spent out drinking with friends this year? I think especially with the crazy, amazing year I've had in Chicago and DC, in grad school and not, it would be near impossible to try to top all the good times in one night. How could I trump happy hours at Chef Geoff's? Or all the nights at the Field House? Or all the morning-afters at the Den of Weekend Greatness?

So this year, I have but one non-goal goal: fun. Relaxed, not overly planned fun. I don't care about dressing to the nines, or about trying to hit 6 different parties. Or about finding someone to kiss at midnight - always the worst, misguided goal. Because it's not about the cute sequined top (although I do have a new one), or about the swanksville party. It's about the company you keep. And damnit, with the company I'm lucky to call my friends day in and day out, every day is New Year's Eve.

** Also, I keep waking up with Elton John's "Philadelphia Freedom" stuck in my head. What the heck do you think that's all about? **

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2005-12-15 9:36 AM Ya know, it's just one night Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: Cautiously optimistic Read/Post Comments (24) Share on Facebook	So the annual ritual has begun: planning for New Year's Eve. Really, it's an unintentional effort in futility, because every year, plans never work out exactly as you think they will. Here's a rundown of CK's typical NYE: * dinner with friends (this really never gets messed up. It's dinner.) * Bar #1 - usually sports a cover on the one night it ever does. Cover typically runs from $10-$50 * Apartment party - kiss kiss hug hug, beer or two * Bar #2 - another cover. 'Hi' to out-of-town friends. Nearing midnight.... * Apt. party Round 2 - midnight. Kiss kiss hug hug. More beer. See CK running from one place to another, frantically looking for cabs in between so as not to, well, spend midnight stuck in traffic. There have been some close calls, let me tell you. This is not to say I haven't had a lot of fun in the past years throughout all the running - I have. But it's, well, never quite what it's all cracked up to be. The key downfall of this whole thing is the goal of making this night, this one night like any other, the greatest night of the year. Well, c'mon now. How is all of this planning and the one extra-cute shirt I bought supposed to add up to a night better than any of the others I spent out drinking with friends this year? I think especially with the crazy, amazing year I've had in Chicago and DC, in grad school and not, it would be near impossible to try to top all the good times in one night. How could I trump happy hours at Chef Geoff's? Or all the nights at the Field House? Or all the morning-afters at the Den of Weekend Greatness? So this year, I have but one non-goal goal: fun. Relaxed, not overly planned fun. I don't care about dressing to the nines, or about trying to hit 6 different parties. Or about finding someone to kiss at midnight - always the worst, misguided goal. Because it's not about the cute sequined top (although I do have a new one), or about the swanksville party. It's about the company you keep. And damnit, with the company I'm lucky to call my friends day in and day out, every day is New Year's Eve. ** Also, I keep waking up with Elton John's "Philadelphia Freedom" stuck in my head. What the heck do you think that's all about? ** Read/Post Comments (24) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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