So I refuse to elaborate about my Christmas week "adventures" since I don't want to hurt any feelings. However, I WILL, discuss my NYE plans.
So I had two NYE celebratory plans in mind. 1) hang out at the kick-ass country club that's approx. 5minutes away from me 2)hang out with my new hippie friend who's in Boulder, CO (hippie city). In the end, I chose option #2. I drove up to Boulder (1hr away.. approx) while there was freshly, fallen snow on the ground. I was optimistic that I would have a good time. She told me that a ground of her friends had some "big" plans. Me... not having friends after living here in Denver for a year... believed it. I meet her 3 room mates for the first time that night and they seemed pretty normal... but goofy people (like me). I am dressed it this "fuck me right now" dress and I am so excited that I'm actually going-out this NYE (I was alone last year and it was one of the worst days of my life. I would've blew my brains out if I had the guts to do so). There are only 2 sober people within our group and I just happened to be one of them. The sober people agreed to be DD only TO downtown... in order to save money on taxis.
I have my friend and one of her guy roommates in my car. He's sitting in the backseat of my car and he's pretty brain-fucked off of alcohol at that point. He's feeling up on my shoulders while i'm driving but I decide to ignore it b/c he's a big-headed (literally) dork who was probably too fucked to know what he was doing. I'm driving along and I decide to turn on my Cd player. Country music is playing in the background and I decide to not skip to the next disc. Well, this guy decides that it's in his best interest... to inform me of how much he hates country music. He does such a swell job at informing me of this fact... that he begins to insult my taste in music by mocking every single word the musician was singing. It erk'd (annoyed) me so I told him to 'quit it'. His tyrads were so distracting, I couldn't hear my friend's directions ( i didn't know how to get downtown since I wasn't from that city). I soon strike up a conversation with my friend and she asks me about my time in Omaha (where I was stationed a few years ago). As I spoke to her about it, fungus-nuts chimes in on the conversation. Once again, this 33year old "man" mocks my EVERY word and begins to make fun of the fact that I was stationed in Omaha. I WAS NOT having it. Did this guy really think that he could pull-off acting like a 9 year old... while in MY presence! I stopped my car in the middle of a busy downtown road (everybody... and their momma are trying to get to their NYE destinations) and place the car in park. I tell him to, "get the fuck out of my car". I guess he didn't understand how serious I was because of how nice I was to everyone beforehand. Because of this lack of understanding, I repeated myself (to make things clear): "Get the fuck out of my car". He says, "No." As he listens to my seatbelt suddenly unbuckle & my door open... he finally 'gets it'. He walks out of my car and to my dismay, I didn't have to deliver a beatdown that night.
Fast forward now, my friend and I met up with the rest of her gang. They decided that they wanted to stay at some wine bar we initially met at. The winebar seemed like a good idea until arriving there and noticing that: either no one received an invite to the spot or no one within the city likes wine enough to ever visit the damn place. My friend and I decide that we wander the streets alone in order to find an inhabited bar before new years arrived. We find a douchy place to be and within 3minutes of being there... it's New Years and I have no one to kiss. Granted, I'm looking flier than a muthafucker... in my "fuck me" dress... and there's NO ONE... absolutely NO ONE to kiss. NO ONE to feel on my left boob... I mean NO ONE. We visit a second bar. It's less douchy than the other... more of a pub feel to it. I literally go on a search (throughout the club) for the "perfect" kissing partner and, to no avail, I only find Jim Beam to be my "soulmate" at the end of the day.
This was a bad day and from now on, I'm doing things on my own terms. It was a bad day and it was a waste of a "fuck me" dress. I could've left my dress hanging in the closet.. in peace.
One last thing: Don't move to Colorado unless you're not single or you're 40+ and single.
