Oddly enough, the worst day of the year for me is always the last one. New Year’s Eve. What a ripoff for those of us who are single. I haven’t had a date for New Year’s since 1999/2000! That night was very memorable, but not for the reasons it should have been.
I’d been with my boyfriend Chris for only a few short months. His parents were having a small party, and our presence was requested. It ended up being only me, Chris, and the parents. His parents were really cool, though, so I didn’t mind a bit!
I had the bright idea of taking a huge bottle of vodka and a gallon of orange juice with me; screwdrivers were my drink of choice at the time. I would have been fine if I hadn’t let Chris mix the drinks. He mixed my drinks half and half! After 4 of them in about a half hour period, I was not feeling well at all. I remember saying, “Chris, I don’t feel too well,” and the next thing I remember is hanging over the toilet. Chris held my hair back while I was vomiting, and I heard mad laughter coming from the living room. His parents were laughing at my misfortune! I have never been so drunk in all my life. Chris ended up having no fun at all, because he spent the entire night taking care of his drunk Tish, who proceeded to pass out on his bed once there was nothing more left in her stomach.
Oh, and I forgot to mention the most amusing part! While I was hanging over the commode, Chris kept saying, “Mmmm. Do you want some warm beer and aluminum foil?” And, as if on cue, I’d start vomiting again.
At midnight, Chris’ dad came in and started yelling, “Wake your asses up! You’re missing all the fun!” Chris had fallen asleep right beside me. Startled, we woke to see Chris’ dad standing in the room wearing a tiara! He was three sheets to the wind, folks! I would have laughed if I hadn’t been so sick.
When I did finally get up the next morning, I felt like I was on death’s bed. I was wearing one of Chris’ shirts, and I couldn’t remember getting out of my own clothes. Apparently I puked on my own clothes. The next three days were pure hell, and I swore that I’d never drink again. I didn’t for about six months! As for vodka, I haven’t touched it since that night, and I have no intentions of ever touching it again. Such bad memories!
Since that time, I’ve had a few flashbacks of things that happened on that drunken night. And one in particular haunts me to this day. I couldn’t walk, and I asked Chris to help me to the bathroom. He helped me get there, and then I just pulled down my pants and sat on the toilet! Okay, guys, I have a huge fear of urinating in front of anyone! He stood right there in the doorway and watched! Then he took me back to bed. But you’d better believe that I didn’t dare mention my recollection to him. I was praying that maybe he wouldn’t remember!
So, here we are 6 years later! No boyfriend. No date. Oh how I wish I had someone special and could go to Times Square to celebrate. I want a big kiss at midnight! *sigh*
December 21st, 2005 at 1:16 pm
This will be my first time alone for New Years in 13 years. I don’t look forward to it either. There is still time for you to be asked out though! All you have to do is say yes.
December 21st, 2005 at 1:28 pm
Yeah, being alone at New Years can suck big time. Although there have been some when I was alone (but not lonely) that were actually pretty cool. There was no “forced need” to make sure someone else had a good time, etc…
Don’t get me wrong… I’m all for sharing moments but I’d rather want to than have to.
December 21st, 2005 at 1:57 pm
THAT”S AWFUL!!! but what a great story…..wow, to see tish the dish that drunk……
December 21st, 2005 at 2:53 pm
I could drive back down there if you wanted me to….
December 21st, 2005 at 4:03 pm
Trust me, after 8 years of marriage New Years isn’t our holiday of choice either…don’t assume it’s going to be great just because you have a partner to celebrate with.
As for getting drunk - I have a similar story about tequila slammers - got heartily ill on them, and can’t touch the stuff now - the smell of lemons even made me gag for the longest time afterwards.
Laugh it up!
December 21st, 2005 at 4:15 pm
Aw, sweetie, c’mon down to our place for NYeveEVE…
December 21st, 2005 at 5:15 pm
I think it’s not just being asked out for New Years Eve, it’s being with someone special to share the moment with.
Tish, as another poster stated “there’s still time yet”, let’s all put our collective positive thinking together for sweet Tish:)
December 21st, 2005 at 5:37 pm
Yikes, I have vodka stories of my own. Not too much different either. I rarely touch the stuff anymore.
As for new years, I’m with Top Cat, we’ll put our collective positvie thinking together for you!
December 21st, 2005 at 5:51 pm
Vodka, puking, toilets, passing out. Seems like the perfect date to me.
December 21st, 2005 at 6:12 pm
well, you can give me a call, I’ll be alone, working, and unfortunately sober when the ball drops this year.
December 21st, 2005 at 6:16 pm
Great story even if not that fun to live it. And, you know, its not that far down here. There may be 6 HNTers here for our New Years Eve Eve Party (and possibly more after it). And, you can be my date.
December 21st, 2005 at 7:45 pm
times square ain’t all that fun
December 21st, 2005 at 9:23 pm
Christmas and New Year are highly overrated, whether single or with a partner. Buy yourself a good book and avoid the false good cheer.
Thanks for reminding me why I don;t want to get blitzed.
December 22nd, 2005 at 9:25 am
what’s the deal with warm beer and aluminum foil? I can understand the warm beer not the foil. Times Square is one of those things everybody should do at least once in their life. Even with out a significant other.
December 22nd, 2005 at 12:12 pm
You know after reading that I’m swearing off drinking…
LOL