The Kat House

New Year’s Eve – my least favorite day of the year! It should be a time of happiness and new beginnings, but each new year starts the same for me – alone. I haven’t had a boyfriend on New Year’s Eve since 1999/2000!

New Year’s Eve ‘99/’00 was a very memorable day, but not for the reasons it should have been. I remember it well. Chris lived with his parents at the time, and they were having a small gathering on New Year’s Eve. Turns out it was small indeed – only the four of us! We had loads of food and loads of alcohol. I should have seen it coming, but I didn’t. By 10:00 that evening, I was three sheets to the wind. In fact, I got so drunk that I couldn’t even stand! And then, the sickness! I remember telling Chris, “I don’t feel so well”, and the next thing I knew, I was hugging the toilet while he held my hair back. If I hadn’t been so drunk, I would have been embarrassed. Alas, all sense of dignity had disappeared with the last of the vodka! I’ve never been so sick in all my life. I remember bits and pieces of that night, though I wish I couldn’t remember a thing. I remember vomiting until I was certain I couldn’t vomit any longer. And then I remember Chris saying, “C’mon, let me get you some warm beer and aluminum foil”, which made me vomit even more. To make a long story even longer, Chris ended up taking care of the passed out Tish on his bed, until he fell asleep himself. Just before midnight, I was awakened by a loud yell. “You guys wake your asses up! You’re missing out on all the fun!” It was Chris’ dad, and he was wearing a tiara and blowing a party horn. I did get to see the ball drop, but I passed back out right afterward. I think it took me 3 days to recover from that night. And to this day, I won’t touch vodka!

So what will New Year’s Eve 2004/2005 bring? More than likely, I’ll toss back a couple of sodas in the privacy of my own home, watch a few sappy movies, shed more than a few tears, and hope that next year will be much different. The story of my life…