I know this is late but Happy New Year!
Wowowow, can you believe it’s 2018? It honestly feels like 2017 just breezed by so quickly. Crazy. Life needs to slow down a bit.
Oh yeah, check out this picture I took on New Year’s Eve. I saw a snapstory from a high school friend hanging out at a bar with people I recognized from our high school the night before. Of course, one of my new year’s resolution was to go out more, meet people, and be more adventurous. So what did I do? I messaged Drake (he’s the one on the right, haha!) and turns out he was planning on going to White Owl Social Club in Portland with some people I used to eat lunch with at high school.
Drake lives near me so I was able to easily walk to his home and carpool with him to the club. Upon arriving to the club, there wasn’t a lot of people so Drake and I found a table in the corner and sat down and chatted about college, our friends, drinks, and pretty much new year’s resolution.
The more people arrived the more I realized I’m not really much of a party person. In fact, I’m probably one of those people who watch folks have fun and party while awkwardly holding onto my drink with my back touched against the wall. Hah, I think people call this being a ‘wallflower.’ How fitting. Also that movie happens to be one of my fave.
Soon the club started to get crowded and packed and all of our friends finally met up. But before we headed out to the dance floor, all of us wanted to use the restroom. And of course, just as I expected, a long line formed as women waited to use the ladies’ room. Ugh. I looked to the right and I wasn’t surprised at all that there were no lines formed for the men’s room. Typical. Some women were impatient and said ‘fuck it’ and went into the men’s restroom to take a quick tinkle. Low-key, in my head, I applauded them because they’re right – fuck it.
When we all met up again we headed to the dance floor, danced the night away. And my god, I almost forgot how much you’ll get bumped into and have drinks spilled on you. But that didn’t really bother me because I was having way too much fun dancing with my friends. I especially almost forgot that you’re bound to meet some rude people at any clubs. But as most responsible people would do, we didn’t do anything about it because well, no one wants to ruin their New Year’s with some trashy club fight.
Finally we were 10 seconds away from 2018. The DJ helped us with the countdown.
“…7, 6, 5, 4…”, the rest of us huddled and hugged as we shouted out together getting louder and louder as we counted down each numbers,
“…3, 2, 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!”, the club erupted with cheers, hoots, and laughter and everyone continued to dance, having a rad fucking time. Hugs and kisses were shared, new love formed between strangers, and memories that will never be forgotten.
Ah, the smell of a new year, even though it was mostly just vodka, but that smell of new chances, new adventures, a new me.
You ain’t seen nothing yet, 2018. Get ready for me.