Kids, I told you to make plans. I did. I still remember.
Right there on 19th December, two days short of the non-pop-ellipse - yes we are still orbiting - I said, loudly and clearly, black on white, make plans for New Year’s Eve.
But have you?
Well, kind of, but not really.
May I? Your inner monologue so far:
You tentatively agreed to maybe, perhaps, hang out with Crowd A.
But only if nothing better comes up. Crowd A is your Plan B. Not that Crowd A isn’t nice. It is. Perfectly. But nice is not what you want for the last day of the year.
You want mayhem, fun, and out-of-body experiences you could - but would eventually never - tell your
grandchildren about. No children, no grandchildren. Sorry that’s the math.
So far, you are stuck with Crowd A.
Secretly though, you are still hoping somebody from the way cooler* Crowd C will text/call/beg you to pass the last hours of the year with them.
Good luck. You have one more day.
Just make sure you don’t get wasted at your very own New Year’s Eve party and then miss out on Elvis Costello popping in to say hello**.
Seriously, you survived the apocalypse. You’ll survive the start of yet another
*The grass is always greener on the other side. Even in winter. That’s because you are blocking the sun with the shadows of your thoughts! There, I said. Somebody had to tell you.
**Yes, it’s a film reference. Or a DVD suggestion for the night of 31st. Maybe both.