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So in what seems to be a perfect metaphor for the non-event that is New Year's, I spent most of the weekend suffering from my head cold. I lazed around and drank a lot of vitamin water and generally felt sickly, and missed out on the ball-drop itself because I was asleep. And at the end of the day I'm really not particularly bothered by that.
I did manage to get out of bed New Year's Eve. First out to dinner with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sleetfall, beah and Rachel Sockut, which was quite nice, and then on to the party event in Somerville, at the apartment of war_pug and dippy423, as attended by thablueguy, _glass_house_ and playinggodagain.
By the time I made it to the party what little energy I had managed to muster was fast waning, thus perpetuating among those people the interesting (and moderately amusing) myth that I don't like to have a good time.playinggodagain was typically belligerent that I drink some form of alcohol, despite the fact that it was all I could do to stay hydrated enough to assauge my headache. And like an idiot I gave in and had a drink, because I do like to have a good time, goddamnit. Of course it nearly immediately tipped me over the edge from achey and irritable to lightheaded and outright cranky.
So I said my goodnights and made my exit... and promptly lost all of Sunday. Its basically just missing time for me, I slept at least 14 consecutive hours and barely got out of bed except to cycle fluids. I emerged on Monday feeling significantly better, although still fairly weak and exhausted, and after a half-hearted attempt at cleaning up my apartment I slouched over tosleetfall's apartment to spend the evening hanging around with him.
So I sort of skipped New Year's, which is unfortunate I suppose, but oh well. I managed to get out and say hello to both of my Boston-area friend-groups, and that's good enough for me. I'll admit it sounded like both groups went on to have good times without me (and both groups apparently had even more fun on Sunday, when I was dead to the world), and I'm sad I missed out, but I'll catch 'em next time.
I did manage to get out of bed New Year's Eve. First out to dinner with
sleetfall, beah and Rachel Sockut, which was quite nice, and then on to the party event in Somerville, at the apartment of war_pug and dippy423, as attended by thablueguy, _glass_house_ and playinggodagain.By the time I made it to the party what little energy I had managed to muster was fast waning, thus perpetuating among those people the interesting (and moderately amusing) myth that I don't like to have a good time.
playinggodagain was typically belligerent that I drink some form of alcohol, despite the fact that it was all I could do to stay hydrated enough to assauge my headache. And like an idiot I gave in and had a drink, because I do like to have a good time, goddamnit. Of course it nearly immediately tipped me over the edge from achey and irritable to lightheaded and outright cranky.So I said my goodnights and made my exit... and promptly lost all of Sunday. Its basically just missing time for me, I slept at least 14 consecutive hours and barely got out of bed except to cycle fluids. I emerged on Monday feeling significantly better, although still fairly weak and exhausted, and after a half-hearted attempt at cleaning up my apartment I slouched over to
sleetfall's apartment to spend the evening hanging around with him.So I sort of skipped New Year's, which is unfortunate I suppose, but oh well. I managed to get out and say hello to both of my Boston-area friend-groups, and that's good enough for me. I'll admit it sounded like both groups went on to have good times without me (and both groups apparently had even more fun on Sunday, when I was dead to the world), and I'm sad I missed out, but I'll catch 'em next time.
