There is something to be said about change, and this year the change was saving myself the cost of a bottle of Advil and Gatorade.
The two weeks leading up to New Years was especially rough on Smitten and I. We
both have very different feelings on New Years Eve and the tension about if we
would or wouldn’t be together ate at both of us. We would have these half
conversations yet never really decide if we would spend the evening together or
not.
Looking back we just weren’t communicating on the whole event in itself and
probably caused each other more grief than it should have. The thing that we
are both learning is that with a 10 yr age gap, there are some
things that we hold very differently, no matter what we see eye to eye on. I
was already aware of Smitten’s rough holiday spirit in the first place due to
things that have nothing to do with me, but I didn’t get that it could bleed into
New Years. I also didn’t take in account that he’s had his fair share of New
Years, and big shin digs or even little ones that included the elements of big
ones like fancy shoes or something.
What he didn’t understand or take in to consideration is that I’m 10 years
younger, a silly girl and didn’t give a damn about getting dressed up. That
overall if it was grilled cheese, video games, and cheap champagne it wouldn’t
matter. My point for New Years was a way to celebrate the changes in our lives
in the past year; the new jobs, the growing relationship. None of it had to do
with shiny shoes at all.
All those points once talked out, and an actual plan in place fore the evening became moot when a conference call on Tuesday late in the game came in to play; he was booked on a plane to Denver for NYE. I’ll admit I was mad, but I understand work. I understand the last quarter push, hitting numbers, maxing compensation or barely making the cut. I could be pissed about silly hats and streamers but there was no way I could be upset about work. So my silly girl New Years with the person I love was off the table.
So, what does a girl do when all her “plans” fail and she doesn’t get her way, an only child at that? If she is me then she ends up with her extended family playing with kids, and laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. It was junk food for 10 and Taboo because really what could be better? My family was amazing at being miserable with me, which was their plan on all along.
No, New Years wasn’t anywhere close to a repeat of last year. I was awake at 7 am this morning, no hangover, and no second hand kisses. All in all it wasn’t bad either. It was just another reminder that I am growing up, and what is important one year won’t always be what is important the next.
I’ve got a sick Smitten on a plane headed home now where the hard part will be convincing him to let me feed him Nyquil and force some rest, regardless of which bowl game might be on today.
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