Every year I always get really stressed out around Halloween and New Years. Thanksgiving and Christmas are my favorite holidays of the year because there isn’t any pressure put on by peers to have the most excessively debaucherous rendezvous of all time. Thanksgiving and Christmas are already excessive by their own definition, and you always end up drinking and passing out on the aforementioned holidays. New Years and Halloween are also nights that guarantee drinking and passing-out (albeit not from a food coma…), but they are extremely stressful to plan as a 20-something.
Halloween is by far the most stressful holiday of all. First of all, it’s not only a week of getting wrecked and having to dress up, but it’s also my boyfriend’s birthday..so that means double wrecked for me. I have never really come to the conclusion as to why I put up with the excuse that goes something like, “but, it’s Halloween you have to..” when it’s actually just the 29th and I am already ready to be hungover for 3 days and not do jack shit. It’s like this huge build up party to the 31st and once we get to the 31st I suddenly don’t give a fuck and just want this party-excuse to be over. Then, once is all said and done I promise myself that next year I will actually ~try~ to have a costume that matters only to repeat offense a lazy-costume-death-cycle once again. I have ideas for the best costume ever like two months after October but for some reason my mind is too stressed out to think of even ONE idea around the time of the final seconds of the costume countdown. So fuck that. I’ll take tryptophan and presents over running around the city and chasing a party in a costume I don’t even like ANY day.
Now on to New Years. New Years is ALRIGHT because everyone takes the days counting down to New Years pretty easy. No one wants to rage for a week because it’s almost New Years…so it isn’t as tough to get through as Halloween. The difficult thing for girls around New Years is the whole “what the fuck are we going to wear” thing. You don’t want to ring in the New Year with a bad outfit and you don’t want to dressdown or overdress or dress too uncomfortably. It has to be JUST right. It’s a really difficult thing to manage and to be honest I barely remember what the fuck I wore last year for new years…but it’s still one of my current problems. Need I remind you New Years is TOMORROW..and I still don’t know what I’m going to wear.
Another reason New Years kind of sucks is because it singles out the singles. People who are single either wind up kissing an old-fuck(buddy) or some random fuck once the clock strikes 12. Really ladies..is that how you want to start the first day of the rest of 2012…via a walk of shame? No. That sucks. The pressure to make out with someone at midnight sucks (unless you already have some kind of idea as to who you are going to make out with) and what about people in the service industry? When Justin worked at a bar I was stuck looking like the fag hag kissing gay dudes at midnight.
New Years for me sucks this year because I work until 8:30 and I am attempting to go to that Oh Sees show at Brick and Mortar. People tell me “What…The Oh Sees play all the time you can do that any day of the year!” Well, yeah..but you can also do any other thing any day of the year..like use $40 in one night just for a cover. I can do that any day of the year…I can rent a hotel out any day of the year…I can dress up in glittery bullshit and blow into a kazoo any day of the year…you see where I am going with this? You can do anything any day of the year..whether it be New Years or Halloween. So you guys, I’m just not going to stress this New Year and just remind myself that whatever house party or bathroom drug time I feel like I am missing out on…I will probably experience one just like it at some point some time in the new year. It’s not like we are all going to die in the year 2012 anyway…..Oh, wait..
