NYE: So Overrated.

To be quite honest, I've never really cared much for this so called "holiday." It's so overrated. Why would you call the end of a year a holiday, anyway? It has to happen at some point. There is no sense in celebrating the inevitable. It's so American of us to try to celebrate every mundane thing. When are we going to start celebrating every last day of the month? Or hell, let's start celebrating every single Sunday night since it's the end of the week. I'm just not into it. So ask me if care that I am stranded in Topeker on New Years Eve thanks to icey roads and white outs on the interstate? Because I don't care. Not one bit. Nope, I haven't even thought about it, or cried about it, or cried some more, or thrown a fit about how much I hate it here. Because that's just not what I do. I'm just a roll with the punches kinda gal. Nothing gets to me, I'm just easy going like that. So I don't even mind that Chris is on the couch with the stomach flu right now. I'll still wear my 2011! hat I purchased at Target, and blow the horns I bought and do a little new years dance all by myself and still have a grand time. Won't be the first time. Let's talk about high school and the fact that I didn't have a sip of alcohol on NYE until I was 19. I couldn't, I was in season. And unlike some high school athletes I knew who chose to drink, even on the bus rides home, cough cough Kim, I wasn't like that. The Norfolk Lady Panthers were a sober team through and through. So ask me what my favorite NYE memory is that I have. Does it involve excessive drinking? Does it involve shots of goldy or perhaps fountains of champagne? Sure doesn't. It involves a little known basketball tournament called the GNAC in Grand Island, Nebraska where I was named player of the game my senior year on NYE 2004. They don't give that title out to just anybody. I had to score at least 14 points to get it, and 8 steals, 4 assists... I mean I think, I'm not saying I remember the actual numbers or anything I'm just guessing obviously. Now that was a good new years eve. Luckily, I brought back a few of my old basketball tapes from home so tonight Chris and I will be able to relive that wondeful game all over again! I am so excited to share that moment with him. Norfolk vs. North Platte, championship game! I get butterflies just thinking about it. But enough of that.

NYE 2010. Woo flipping hoo. Who wants to drink with a bunch of friends tonight anyway? Or be in a loud bar where everyone is buying everyone shots? Or where confetti falls from the ceiling after the 3!2!1! countdown. It's so cliche. Been there, done that. And someone always ends up taking the party too far and finds themself standing out on their balcony in a shiney top and high heels trying to fly. That sure didn't get Jenny anywhere good.

I can only imagine where next new years eve will find me. One never knows. I sure wouldn't have guessed last year at this time that I would ring in 2011 drinking champagne alone in an apartment in Topeker, Kansas. I must have really pissed God off somewhere along the road. Note to self: find church, just not Westboro. Well, I wish you all a very happy new year and Auld Lang Syne, whatever the hell that means. If I make it through tonight I can get through anything.