Let me start by saying Happy New Year to all of the readers of this blog and people who wound up here by mistake. I know it's pretty late in the month for New Year's wishes but you know what I say- "Better late than pregnant!". Actually I can't take all of the credit for that phrase; I first heard Blanche on the Golden Girls say it and it made so much sense I started using it.
As I mention in my last entry of '08, I'm not really big on doing things on NYE. But this NYE, I was looking forward to making out with Terry and bringing in the year with a bang. Well since it's with Terry, a pseudo-bang. Unfortunately even that didn't happen.
During NYE day, I was talking to my sister about what she was going to be doing that night. She didn't have any plans and was trying to find out what my plans were. As the day wore on, it became apparent that none of her friends were going to invite her over and it didn't look like she'd be getting an NYE booty call either. Terry was supposed to come to my house but about an hour before he's supposed to come over, he calls and asks if I can come to his house. He tells me that he's had 3 beers, has a busted tail light and is worried about having to drive to my house. Now I understand his concern about driving on NYE, they tend to have check points everywhere and stop people for anything. But what the fuck?! You knew you were supposed to come over, why were you drinking? Why not come over and drink at my house. While this conversation is going on, my sister is busy getting drunk at her house and still doesn't have anywhere to go except to my house.
I kind of didn't want her to come over. She was already drunk and therefore, annoying. On top of that, I was looking forward to some inappropriate touching with Terry. And that couldn't happen if my sister was over. Now even though I'm a non-practicing Catholic, I still suffer from Catholic Guilt. So there I was stewing in my guilt, trying to figure out if I was going to invite my sister over or try to get some NYE action. In order to figure out what to do, I started texting my other sisters. And to my surprise, they all say "invite her over". As a matter of fact, my sister who likes her the least told me that it would be the shitty thing I could do if I didn't invite her over. So guilt won out and I invited my sister over to my house. I then called Terry and told him that I couldn't leave my sister alone, drunk and sad on NYE. Naturally he was pissed. And so was I. This was the first time in years that I had someone to make out with on NYE. I always make out with someone on NYE but they're usually complete strangers. I didn't want to tell anyone but I was really looking forward to kissing Terry on NYE. Embarrassing yes but I was looking forward to it anyway.
Fast forward to 11:55pm. I get up to get the champagne and glasses and look over at my couch and guess who is passed out. My sister. She could have slept on her own couch at home! She woke up when I started moving around but I couldn't have been more pissed. I shouldn't have been surprised but I thought for sure she'd at least stay awake since she knew I had cancelled on Terry. Combine her being asleep with Terry sending me pissy text messages all night about cancelling on him. It wasn't what I had planned but I should have known that it wouldn't work out. Family always seems to ruin the best laid plans.
So here's hoping that '09 is better than '08 or at least as good.
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