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New Year’s Eve was the ultimate party of the decade, the one we’ve all been waiting for. It was a night to go wild, to do the unpredictable, to make history. The last day of the ‘Noughties’ had to be even more outrageous than any celebration over the last ten years. And we were up for the challenge!
I still remember spending the millennium with my parents watching the fireworks from the Arc de Triomphe. Back then, aged ten, I felt privileged to stay up late and bravely pretended that my fear of fireworks was a fleeting childish fancy. Ten years later, still defiantly denying any fear of fireworks, I felt the same fortune at being able to stay up late, this time because I had absolutely nothing to do the next day.
For this generation, the ‘Noughties’ was the decade in which we grew up. Many of us enjoyed our first drunken night out, our first time doing the dirty, our first time away from home. We graduated from school, we got into university, and moved out. Crucially, we can remember this decade in its entirety, our childish minds were old enough aged ten to record our experiences.
New Year's Eve was the night to celebrate our development. It will also be the night we look back on in ten years time to see how far we have come. Naturally mine was sensational.
As a singularly fabulous human being I was looking forward to catching the most attractive man at the house party I was attending and sweeping him off his feet. It is the one night of the year where no one will notice whose face you’re licking, indeed everyone is expected to get some action. There is nothing worse than standing alone at midnight so I was determined to succeed. The importance of New Year’s Eve lies in its sense of occasion. Cameras are snapping all around, eternalising the night and making their way into photo albums everywhere. The night is also supposed to set stock for the following year. Not finding Mr. Gorgeous by midnight would bode poorly for 2010 and the ‘teenies’ as a whole.
Well, I can tell you that next year is going to be great: at midnight I was in a toilet up to no good with the sexiest guy ever, probably my best catch of the year. That one is going to be hard to beat.
Despite following the superstition of the midnight kiss myself, I do wonder why we put so much emphasis on one moment. It is so stressful to juggle family, friends and lovers who all want to bring in the New Year with you. I certainly do not envy university couples who travel cross-country or even abroad to meet up with their ‘true love’. What an effort! And that, my loyal readers, is yet another reason why it’s so much better to be single: you don’t have to spend money on travel to get some action.
Wishing you all a happy new year and good luck in the teenies. I hope your nights were as fabulous as mine!
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