We went out for New Year’s Eve last night, back to that arcade bar we like. The DJ played 20s music with techno beats (which was kind of awesome, actually), and more than half of the games (Mario Bros, Galaga, Donkey Kong, Tron, Asteroid, Pacman, Missile Command, some racing game, some of the pinball games, others I can’t remember) were set to free play, so we drank and played and danced until midnight and then walked ourselves home.
I can’t remember the last New Year’s Eve we were out. Like, OUT, out. In public, with people we don’t know. That’s not how we do New Year’s Eve. Last year, we rang the new year in at Emily and Sean’s house, with them and Molly. The year before that, we were at home with Jess and Chuck, and the seven? eight? more? years before that, we were at home in Ashburn with most of our friends over. That was before we became the total hermits we are now. We used to have actual grown-up parties at our house with food and drinks and friends. I used to throw Derby parties and New Year’s Eve parties, have the occasional cookout, host Friendsgiving (maybe that was only once…)… Now, I think about all of that and wonder how I did it. I’m not a natural hostess. It feels like a completely different life. Fun, but far from how I feel now, which is totally weird because it hasn’t been that long.
Eh, that’s enough navel-gazing for New Year’s Day.