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My New Years Eve is looking pretty lackluster. It's always my weekend with Isaac. This year my parents have tickets to something so they are out as babysitters. Not that I have anything going on that I would potentially need a babysitter for. I even offered to babysit for one of my girlfriends so she could go out, but she ended up not needing me to. Not that I have ever had a truly epic New Years. Looking back at New Years last year, I think it was the beginning of the end for me and PDH. Which sounds more dramatic than it actually was. PDH drove me down to the Baltimore to see one of his favorite (local) bands who he claimed were all his closest friends at a big party in a fancy hotel. We got there on the early side and so we killed time walking around the inner harbor. It had snowed all that day and I was wearing little black flats from Target and black tights and before long all of the ice water had seeped inside my shoes and they were frozen and soaking wet. We ended up spending the first part of the party sitting in his car with my feet and shoes held up against the air vents in his car trying to dry everything out. We ran into the band before hand and they chit chatted for a few minutes-- long enough for me to ascertain that while there was no doubt that PDH was the band's number 1 most devoted fan, he had exaggerated quite a bit on the best friend's part. Anyways, the party was pretty amazing. Fancy food, several different dance floors with DJ's, stand up comedians and the band we had come to see. I wanted to dance, but PDH doesn't dance. Even when his favorite band came on he just stood there woodenly watching them leaning against a pillar in the back of the room. When midnight rolled around there were fireworks above the water and we got a good spot to watch them. It was my fanciest New Years by far and had the potential to be a really good time, had I been there with my girlfriends. However, it fell a little flat. Another year for New Years my friend had been out visiting me for a few days when he was home for holidays. We had no official ending time to his visit, but I ended up sending him on his way that afternoon. It ended up being snowy weather and he got into an accident on his way home and totally his parents SUV. I worked at least one New Year's when I worked at Melmark. I got done at 11:15 which is not nearly enough time to go anywhere before the ball drops. Lame. One time when I was still at Pitt, I drove back early before the semester started. Oakland was a ghost town and my one friend Colleen and I rang in the New Year at the only place we could find, this total dive bar in South Oakland with, like, three other people who were all wearing sombreros. I definitely rang in the new year at a church dance at least once. And apparently the rest of my New Year's celebrations have been so uneventful that they are actually unmemorable because I can't dredge up anything else. Or I'm just really old and losing my marbles, which is also totally possible. I am 29 after all. Anyone have any fun new years plans?