Stood up
I ended up spending most of New Years Eve pissed off.
I got stood up, three times.
Let me precede this by saying I am not a huge fan of going out on New Years Eve and usually have to be nagged and pushed into going out. This year I had decided I wanted to go out, I decided not to be a grump, I decided to get dressed up and do the whole thing.
Firstly I got stood up by my parents who asked me if I wanted to go somewhere, I said yes and started getting ready, a few minutes later they were off out of the door — I was left scratching my head at that, but I am sure it wasn’t done on purpose as they aren’t mean.
Then, fifteen minutes before I was due to set off, after literally hours of bathing, waxing, painting, making up etc etc, my friend text me to say plans had changed and she wasn’t going now — wtf? Her text didn’t even make sense, it said something about having got her mums tickets now, that meant nothing to me but I didn’t call her to clarify as I really didn’t want to speak to her at that point.
Oh well, as least I will still be able to go out later on when the other half arrives I thought — oh no, 30 minutes before he was due to arrive he called to tell me he was still at work and wouldn’t be here until about 11.30.
11.30, what the hell use is that on new years eve? It was too late and pointless to go out at that time so we just stayed in.
That’s the last time I make plans for New Years Eve.
