I remember Millennium New Years Eve, well most of it, excessive alcofrolic consumption has left me with several blank spots.
It was an awesome night, I wore a dodgy black vest top that clung in all the wrong places and had a golden dragon emblazoned on the front. Coupled with a pigs fighting under a blanket skirt, some daft heels and excessive silver eye shadow; I looked the dogs dangley bits in my much younger honest opinion.
I went out with my oldest girlfriend and danced the night away on Brighton sea front. I also remember kissing a couple of random chaps as the clock hit midnight; how sluttish of me but oh what delicious fun. The evening was completed by my girlfriend toppling over in her obscenely high heels and landing on her lovely steaming hot chips and ketchup. The drunken laughter that followed when we realised that she was not bleeding to death but had merely been a victim of a red sauce attack was unforgettable. Although as I recall the memory I must confess the mother in me shudders a little when I think what a bugger that sauce must have been to get out.
I love New Year, we always make an occasion of it even since the children came along and severely damaged our social life. So it breaks my heart to tell you that quite frankly the exit of 2010 resembled a bit of a wet trump after eating a vindaloo. Our plans were viciously sabotaged by the mumps; we didn’t have them but our guests did, so I imagine their New Year wasn’t great either. We lost a couple of other guests early on in the festive season which then left our New Year Eve’s celebration party with only five attendees and three of them bailed at seven pm.
So me and he who helped create them had party food without the party and ate our body weight in the kids christmas chocolate, and went to bed before the chimes and resolved to bring in 2011 when our friends are fit and well. The party poppers remain intact and the champers is still on ice.
Although…
it was rather lush to wake up without a mechanic drilling holes in my head on New Years Day. And me and he who helped create them did have a rather pleasant time snuggled on the sofa not to mention the nine hours sleep that followed. I am still a little cross at the donuts who let off fireworks at midnight though, did they not realise us elderly were in bed?
Hope everyone reading had a great time bringing in 2011. Should you wish to inspire my jealous side feel free to let me know what you did.
Happy New Year
Sat at home, drank sherry and beer and watched bad tv 🙂
Oooh that has failed to ignite my jealous fire
If only I’d known – you could have come out with us! I think we’d have had a great laugh. We went to a fancy dress party – theme was assassins. You could have played vodka shots roulette with Hitler and James Bond?
Wail!!!!
we were supposed to dress up at cartoon figures!!!!
Watched the gibberish generation start to get ready at 10.00 am for a party which was starting at 9.00 pm. Apparently the colour of shoes worn was the key to averting world disaster in 2011.
ha! have all that to come!
You do? To practise, just start hitting your head several times against a brick wall NOW. The experience will come in mighty handy! All the best for you and yours in 2011.
If you’re talking about 31st Dec 1999, I spent it in my room at home crying silently about how lonely I felt, while mum & dad were sitting in the living room tentatively wondering what was going on in my room (& head). The next day I went to an overnight house party near Swansea, snogged two different guys & hugged a third.
The next New Years’ Eve was spent alone with the third guy, I shall not divulge anymore. That third guy is currently sat upstairs giving our baby son his bedtime bottle.
And we didn’t booze last night either!
Sat at home Mr L went out with BF and I stayed in on my own reading and watching TV! So you are not the only one xx
We spent NYE on the sofa. I was wearing a JML snuggie, he was wearing a huge fluffy dressing gown, which we affectionately call “Bungle.” We had enough Chinese to feed the whole street, and washed it down with tea, while watching comedy DVD’s.
Sometimes I feel like I should be partying harder but I’ve had so many damp squib NYE’s that last night was easily one of the best!
PS, 1999 involved a crap house party at a friends house, and she didn’t even invite any boys!!!! Hugely disappointing!
I was in bed by 9.30! In the boys early years we went to their godparents for New Year and drank far too much and hid our heads in New Years Day. Now we go to bed early and celebrate with the boys with fresh panckes on the morning. One day I will be drinking with them – I hope
After spending the day in beautiful Yorkshire scenery and what felt like climbing a mountain we too collapsed watching telly and I even fell asleep before midnight. I used to be out every New Years, make that weekend and some week nights. What’s happened? Rip all the cool girls before babies!