TERRIBLE TWENTIES: NYE HIGHLIGHT REEL
I’m about to embark on the last New Year’s of my twenties, which feels nuts.
It’s crazy to think that the turn of the century was a whole fifteen years ago – half my lifetime. I was fourteen years old, a freshman in high school, and I spent the evening at my new friend Jenny’s house with her family. At midnight, we wandered out into the street, partially to see if we could see any fireworks, and mostly to make sure there weren’t any visible signs of the world collapsing from Y2K.
And here we are, hours away from 2015, and it still feels crazy. It’s never going to not feel crazy. Every New Year’s is going to feel like a punch in the gut reminding you of the passage of time. Where does the time go? Plenty of fun, interesting places I hope!
In honor of my very last twenty-something NYE, I thought I’d do a roll call of NYE past. ** I’ll include photos where available.
2004 - I’ve been racking my brain and can’t think of exactly what I did, but I am sure it was spent with my boyfriend at the time, Will. We must have gone to a party at someone’s house I think. Since this was sophomore year of college, a time before I had a digital camera, and definitely years away from uploading memories in the moment they happen, I can’t retrace my steps through photos.
2005 - Again, I was with Will. A party? Stayed in? I am drawing a complete blank. Sorry Will! I am sure we had tons of fun. Let me know if you remember.
2006 - This was senior year of college and I was dating my really good friend Suzy’s (she’s basically the coolest) brother Nick. I spent New Year’s Eve with both of them in Palm Desert, staying at their parents’ house. I can’t remember exactly where we were when the clock struck midnight.
2007 - OK, here’s where things start to get clearer. I had graduated college and moved in with one my best friends, Arielle. Her boyfriend Dave (now husband), who was also my friend, had decided to throw a party at his place. I tried really hard to get this guy Ryan, whom I had JUST met in a club in Vegas, but lived in LA, to come spend NYE with me at this party, but he said he was too tired. IT’S FINE WE DATED FOR A MONTH AFTER THAT. I wore a plaid shirtdress thing over black jeans and flats, oh, and my new favorite red and black plaid pea coat. Dave screamed at Ryan Seacrest on the TV and threw up the berry/champagne drink he made all over himself, which prompted me to hide under a desk, because I am very afraid of vomit. My friend Andy thought I had gone to get a pot to help but found me cowering, fingers in my ears under the desk.
2008 – I spent NYE with my boyfriend Joe. We had just moved in together a few months prior and decided to go the fancy dinner route. We got all dressed up; Joe looked nice and wore a tie, while I wore an inappropriately business-like dress that looked like a magenta top and black pencil skirt from H&M, fishnets, and black boots. Terrible. We went to the now defunct Spanish tapas restaurant Cobras and Matadors like real grown ups. Then, on the way home, we stopped at Target to buy board games. We watched the ball drop at home, and went to bed shortly after midnight.
2009 – NYE was spent in Denver, my new home. I had moved with Joe earlier than year, and my friend Julia came into town for NYE because she had, conveniently, started dating one of Joe’s band mates. I decided to dress “retro” by wearing a VERY deep v-neck white shirt, black jeans, red belt, a horrifying red wool plaid blazer with leather trim, patent-leather peep-toe wedges with a bow at the toe, and red lipstick. We all went out to dinner with a third couple and then watched the fireworks from Coor’s Field from our balcony. Man, I loved that apartment.
2010 – Back in LA! Joe and I’s last NYE together. We went over to my best friend’s apartment, which she shared with two other girls from our sorority. They decided to host a party with their neighbors who lived across the way. I wore an ill-fitting black shirtdress from H&M, a cheap belt, lacey tights, and knee-high boots. It was a terrible and completely un-NYE outfit. I spent the evening not drinking much and making sure my best friend had her house keys in case of bad decisions. We left pretty shortly after midnight, possibly in a fight. I say this because no photos.
2011 – Ah, what a fun one! I had only been dating my now boyfriend Jacob for two or three weeks. He invited me to the NYE party at the Upright Citizen’s Brigade Theater, where he is a performer. I was SO excited for this party. So excited to kiss this guy at midnight. SO EXCITED TO BE ARM CANDY. I picked up a black lacey dress from H&M, and wore it with black tights and motorcycle boots to make sure I was comfortable. To save money we ate grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup at his place before going to the party. Once we were at the theater, it was a whirlwind of meeting strangers, I now know very well, for the first time. I suggested we get a second drink after we had finished our first whiskey gingers and Jacob said sure. I didn’t really know Jacob very well at the time, and didn’t know how little he drank. After his second drink he was basically drunk, stopping me on the dance floor to grab my shoulders and tell me, “You’re really fun.”
2012 – We went to the same UCB party, except this time I knew more people. I wore an adorable navy lace dress with my hair in Heidi braids. We pre-partied beforehand, leaving me very drunk before we even got to the party. We had a blast, took a lot of blurry pictures and I ended up with a two-day hangover.
2013 – Jacob and I had moved in together just three days prior to NYE. We were tired, stressed out, and totally salty. At 10pm I said, “We have GOT to get out of this house and have fun.” So like any forced fun time, it sucked. Reluctantly we got ready and went to the party a little after 11pm. I wore a top and a skirt I already had, too busy to have tried to buy a dress for the occasion. We realized most of our friends didn’t go, or had already left. I downed two drinks very quickly, got drunk very quickly, and danced a little before realizing that Jacob was miserable. I told him we could leave even though I don’t like going home as drunk as I was. We got in a fight. I cried. We decided this was the last year for the UCB party.
2014 – Well…in a few hours we’ll be heading out for the UCB party. I know, I know, but we were in a foggy, miserable moving haze last year. We’ll be going with some friends who moved from New York into our building, and one of my good friends from high school. I’m just going to wear a dress I have in my closet. Maybe even one that I’ve worn to this exact same party. I can’t be bothered to care too much about what I wear because, this is my last NYE in my twenties and, honey, I DGAF.