dropping the ball

[chestnutcurls]

To me, New Year's Eve is the most stressful night of the entire year. You never know who's having the party. You wonder if you should have a party. Then, at the last minute when you have made other plans, one of your friends decides to have a party. So you rearrange your plans, causing hurt feelings and stress all around. This year, I made the biggest mistake of all by making plans with my parents; Evan and I were going to go over to the house and eat fried turkey with them. I knew something else would come up because of this. Sure enough, Myla called me an hour ago to tell me that she and Luke are having a party. I called Evan in a panic, and he reasonably suggested that we go to the house and eat and hang out a while, then go to Luke and Myla's. To a normal person, this seems like a good plan, but we're talking about my parents and I know their feelings will be hurt. And I feel bad.

New Year's Eve also depresses me because it is the anniversary of my singleness, and every year I feel like I haven't made any progress, because of that. I may have become an independent woman and grown in grace, but everything seems the same on New Year's Eve because another year has gone by and I'm no closer to being married. This is silly. Also, being a girl, I dream that my evening will end like the end of When Harry Met Sally, although I know that it will not. :)

End of whining. I will talk about more normal things in a minute.