*Disclaimer – all the stories that follow are based on my
flawed and subjective memory. So please bear that in my mind if you were
present for any of those moments and they don’t ring 100% accurate to your
recollection. I can’t help that, none of us can.
** Another disclaimer – all of these stories, in some manner
or another, involve drinking. But given that the context of them is New Year’s,
this shouldn’t be a concern.
The Beginning
When it comes to New Year’s Eve, I just can’t be arsed. Not
this New Year’s specifically, I mean all of them. No matter where I am, what
I’m doing or who I’m with. I realise that this sounds rather bleak, but bear
with me. It’s the expectation that gets me down. There’s all this build up to…
nothing. I mean, nothing. Best case scenario is that you’ve had enough fun that
you’ve got messed up in some manner, and let’s face it, there are consequences
to doing that that nobody enjoys.
