In 2016, one of the jobs that I was doing meant I had to work Saturday and Sunday daytime on both New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day. I’d been invited to a small house party / gathering at my friend’s house for NYE, and was fully intending on going, but then got home and decided not to. I put a pizza in the oven, drank some wine, and put a film on. (I can’t remember which film, but I remember it being good). At midnight I looked out my window and saw some fireworks, and thought ‘this is way better than going out on NYE’.
Everyone is familiar with the hype of NYE, and the cliché that it’s always a hassle going out, and never as good as you expect it to be. I barely ever go to bars / clubs on New Years, and often spend it at a house party or gathering. And actually I’ve had some really fun nights doing that. But I forgot all of this, and became a bit obsessed with the idea of spending it alone. After all my own company is amazing – and I can never disappoint myself, right?
For the next few weeks after NYE 2016, I proceeded to tell everyone smugly that I’d had the best night of my life on my own at home. Then when anyone asked me what I was doing for NYE 2017, I told the same story again and how excited I was about replicating it. This ensured that for the first time in about 16 years, absolutely NOBODY asked me to do something with them on NYE (up until the actual day when one friend invited me to a gathering). But I was insistent on not going out.
In the late afternoon of the actual day, I decided to masturbate, as I‘m trying to learn how to cum while kneeling, so that in 2018 I can fulfil one of my lifelong ambitions of squirting all over a man’s face. I ended up having probably the best orgasm of my life so far. It was so good that I immediately had to drinks some wine afterwards to calm myself down again. And maybe that was the problem. I peaked too soon. When you’re having multiple orgasms at 5pm, the rest of the night is obviously going to be a bit of a let down.
After the orgasm of the century, I made chicken curry, and some more mulled wine, and finished watching ‘Coupling’, which I’ve been re-watching recently. If you’ve never seen it, or you’ve forgotten how good it was, then I recommend watching it again. I love the intricate details of their mishaps, and the way the storytelling is edited and cut together. Also it’s from the early 2000s, which is very almost the 90s, so obviously I have a nostalgia thing going on for it.
After that I thought I should put on some music and have my own little mini party at home. I remember how me and one of my friends have spent a couple of New years together dancing to 90s music, specifically PJ & Duncan, and decided to listen to them, ironically, of course. (At first anyway).
Recently I saw someone post on Facebook that ‘Airplane’ was one the top 10 funniest films ever, and I thought – I should rewatch that. So I put it on. It was good, but not as funny as I remembered it. Maybe because I was watching it alone, there were no shared moments of laughter with anyone else. Looks like I picked the wrong day to watch ‘Airplane’.
After that I spoke on the phone to a friend, ran out of wine, and went to the shop to get some more. At midnight I went to my bathroom, and watched the various fireworks that were going off all over north London. After that I just remember drinking more wine, and staying up quite late for no reason.
It was ok. But it definitely wasn’t the best night of my life. I think 2016 had been so good, because I had been fully prepared to go out, but then made the impulse decision not to, so had to make the most of it, and enjoyed the relief of not having to make an effort to see people. It was similar to when a friend cancels on you and you’re secretly happy that you get a night in to yourself.
Even though I’m naturally an extrovert (ENFP and proud), sometimes I can be very introverted. As I once tweeted something like: ‘being an introverted extrovert means sometimes I hate people and want to be left alone, and sometimes I hate people but I need attention’. I do love spending time on my own, but I have been doing it a lot recently, and it makes me forget that I do also enjoy going out and seeing friends etc.
Sometimes I convince myself that I’ll get loads done – I’ll do yoga, and creative stuff, and finally sort out those boxes I haven’t looked at since I moved 4 years ago, but then just end up spending most of the time on my phone. Which I’m still trying to do less of after the blog post last year about this. Who can actually keep their phone on flight mode for more that half and hour without checking it?! It’s so difficult. At least this evening I’ve written this blog post, which counts for something. But I need to stop hibernating, and start living a bit more. So that’s what I plan to do this year.
As for New Year’s Eves from now on, I’m going out. Not out out. Just to a house party. Invite me to all your parties. I’ll pick the best one. Or I’ll do some sort of house party crawl. Making sure I attend all of them for fear of missing out. Either that, or if I do end up staying in, it will be because I’m going to have the best orgasm of my life with someone else there. Forget kissing as the clock strikes midnight, I’d like to be fucking as the clock strikes midnight. I’ll let my pussy do the fireworks.