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.
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