my new year's eve
I, like many others, have always found New Year's Eve to be challenging. This one was no exception, but there were some good parts: I don't particularly like being in crowded places but, like every other basic bitch, I'll make an exception for Wetherspoons. I had some nice wine there and, presently, had an all-consuming desire to bust some moves. We were turned away from the only bar in town with a dance floor for not being on their list, so my partner made margaritas in our kitchen while I pushed the furniture back in an effort to make our own space for rug cutting on my horrible pink and blue Mondrian-esque rug. After the dancing, we watched Muppet Treasure Island. I necked a small bottle of Fireball during the opening credits and slipped into a comfortable fugue state for the first half of the movie. I was conscious only of the crispness of the muppet characters darting about on the screen — I'd only ever seen the dreamy-edged VHS version — and my hope that my partn...