“New Year's Resolution: To tolerate fools more gladly, provided this does not encourage them to take up more of my time.” - James Agate

So NYE was spent thus :

Dinner at Margarita's at Faber Drive with A. Not entirely satisfactory but could think of worse ways to spend a Friday night. Note to self : stick to Margarita's in Dempsey. In a fully booked scenario, brave the crowds and high tail it to El Toro.

Debated whether or not to brave the crowds at Boathouse where S would be spinning with fireworks exploding in the night sky thrown into the mix. Looked longingly at Chuck Season 1.

Half heartedly message friends about their plans. Surprised to learn that although more than 50% have party plans of some sort, most feel inclined to stay home and veg with DVDs. Mull over prospect of getting dressed, putting face on, cabbing to Boathouse, counting down and then coming home to reverse process. Cringe at thought of slim possibility of getting a cab post countdown.

Half hour : Chuck wins.

Midnight : Happy 2011!

OK OK so 2011 was supposed to start on a higher note, say more in the C range than perhaps in the A range. But I don't know, maybe it's age or maybe it's just plain sloth-like behavior, I've been feeling less and less inclined to leave the comforts of my room. New Year's Eve felt like just another feckless Friday, with people desperate to party, to get wasted, to release the inhibitions otherwise kept under a tightly locked little heart shaped box and the tendency to blame all unseemly behavior on alcohol the day after. It all seemed so forced and reeked so strongly of desperation that I felt compelled to run screaming in the opposite direction.

So anyway, nighty night and see ya all in 2011!