Happy New Year’s Eve! What are you guys doing for this big night? Can I live vicariously through you? I will be holed up with Mike, Weezer, and Andy surrounded by way too many appetizers and a glass of either this or that. I always hated New Year’s Eve. It seemed as soon as you turned 21, you had to come up with some big bar package kind of night out. Like people judged you based upon how you were spending your New Year’s. The few years I actually went out to a bar in Chicago, I hated it. I never brought a winter coat because that would ruin my outfit, which most likely featured some sort of sparkle or sequins. And sure enough at the end of the night, while freezing my butt off waiting and walking five blocks down while searching for a cab, I wanted to kick myself in the head for not being more sensible and bringing a coat. Other New Year’s Eves I have spent too stressed out about everything going as planned, which led me to be super irritable and drink waaaaayyyyy too much and most likely end up in some sort of dumb argument …

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