I spent the first part of New Year’s Eve at a karaoke bar in Burbank with friends. It was where my friend Kate wanted to spend her evening, and so I joined her. There was five of us out there. Here’s a photo of four of us:
Anton, Kate, Andrew, me.
In a semi-symbolic gesture – and because Kate loves the song and insisted I sing it – I sang “Kiss Them For Me” one last time just before leaving. Fortunately, it’s easy to be the best songstress in a place where the song immediately preceeding you is an off-key version of “My Hump” (WORST. SONG. EVER.)
Immediately after I got off stage, we went to my friend Wendy’s boyfriend’s house party, also in Burbank. I was lucky in that two of my best girlfriends were celebrating within a few miles of each other. But the house party was quiet, which was what I wanted – just enough space for me to talk with my friends, watch the countdown, and make an early exit around 2am.
So it was a good night. It was one of the quietest New Year’s I’ve ever had though. It was definitely one of the calmest New Year’s. And it’s the first year I haven’t found a boy to kiss at midnight, whether it was an alcohol-related Party Random, or an actual boyfriend. Perhaps this can be extrapolated to show a certain sense of maturity and sensibility – or perhaps I just wasn’t loaded enough. Because this year, I also didn’t drink myself to the point of incapacitation at New Year’s. And that’s also a new development.
And that was New Year’s. It wasn’t the crazy partying that I could have been doing in Los Angeles. But I was happy to be where I was, with the friends I spent it with – and I know that was the best decision I could have made.