Looking back at five years of New Years Facebook statuses, a trend appears. Almost every New Years Eve, I throw the old year under the bus, and act like the new year will fix everything. I suppose that’s only tradition. You ring in the new year with your best hopes, resolutions, and ideas. But for as horrible a year 2014 was in world news, I personally can’t throw it under the bus. I’m not going to say “good riddance” to 2014, or welcome 2015 like a new messiah. 2014 was a formative year in actualizing some of my best work and personal characteristics. Things were rough in the world, but in my little bubble? I’d take more of the same. 2014 was a balanced diet of personal highs and lows.
I’m excited for 2015, who isn’t? A new year means new possibilities. Nobody’s writing a status or blog post about “Why I’m not excited for a new year to start” because just about everyone wants the new year. The only thing I’m trying to add is a defense of the old year. For just once in my life, trying to say “Hello” to the new year without leaving 2014 cold-shouldered.
7:00 PM: The heat is on. People are coming over in just an hour. Cleaning up your designated hang-out area can be a source of anxiety, but a source of fun too. Your favorite music is on, you’re cleaning to the beat, and finding clever ways to make your rooms look clean and tidy. What your guests don’t know doesn’t hurt them, so swipe the dust off the table onto the floor, kick everything underneath the couch, hide your trash as best as you can, or throw it away without a second thought. Do whatever it takes to create the illusion that your place has been ready for days, not minutes. Leave some knick-knacks laying around, after all, you do live here, and random stuff on the coffee table, in the bathroom, or at a desk can be a source of conversation.
And one roll of paper towels is never enough, that one roll won’t be there when you need it: leave two at opposite ends of the room, or three or four scattered around so that whoever hears your cries for help can save you in time.
2 AM: The last day of the year is upon us. I don’t have a great feeling about this New Year’s Eve. Things feel off. Last year there was a great big party in my attic; lots of friends showed up, I had only had a smart-phone for a few weeks at that point, I tried Jägermeister for the first time, and there were good vibes. This year around, I don’t know. There are going to be less people in my attic, by my own choice; the host’s difficult guest-list decision, the make or break of the party.
A party is like a puzzle; and the right assortment of snacks, drinks, music, and people will make a pretty picture. But if you invite everybody you know, you’re left with extra pieces, and trying to force them together is simply awkward and ruins everything.
I have a bad feeling there are going to be extra pieces. Until that happens, I’m going to make the last twelve hours of 2013 as good as possible. That means, oh, five or six hours of sleep, pizza; chilling with my best friend, and then trying my best to put together the right pieces for a party. And then, 2014. Sweet, sweet 2014. Let me tell you right now, 2014 will be spectacular.