Ah new year’s eve.. that night of the year where the pressure’s on, the pressure to have the best night of your life ever, EVER, part 7. I’ve had good nights out, average nights out, and ones in between. Maybe I’m getting old but I’m much more up for staying in, hanging out with friends, having a few drinks and nibbles, rather than heading out to a pub or club, paying £20+ just to get in to some place then forking out for drinks on top of that.
Not long after I got back to Jersey, Glen asked me what I was doing for new year’s eve. He said he and Rebecca had no plans either but that Martin had suggested a get together at their place (Glen and Rebecca’s, that is) and the more Glen thought about it, the more appealing the idea was.. so that was that, the new year’s eve plan was a bunch of people round at Glen and Rebecca’s for booze, nibbles, chat, and games. Sorted!
And for the most part it was a good night.. Glen and Rebecca (obviously!), me and Brian, Rob and Sam, Martin, Andy du Feu, Katie Skinner, Nick Collins (don’t ask me why some people get full name mentions and others don’t - it’s just a thing I do!). We checked out the Now Music DVD quiz, which didn’t really impress anyone. We played the Who Wants To Be A Millionaire DVD, which was good for a laugh. We played charades which was fun - first time I’ve ever played it. I had to do “The Shawshank Redemption” and was able to get the name across pretty well - ask me for a repeat performance next time you see me ;-)
Midnight came, kisses were exchanged all round, we watched some of the London fireworks on the TV, which were pretty impressive. They had fireworks firing from the London Eye and all along the Embankment - it went on for about 10 minutes and cost over £1 million apparently. Time ticked on, we got tired, Rebecca offered to give us a lift home, and that’s where things turned sour :-(
Earlier in the evening there’d been a discussion about tit size and Brian had copped a feel of Katie’s and Sam’s tits. At the end of the night, we’re leaving, saying goodbyes, and I cop a feel too.. Rob gets all serious and says it’s disrespectful, touching up his girlfriend when he’s sitting right there etc. I apologise, but he’s having none of it, which meant I left with a bit of a bad taste in my mouth. I decided to let it lie, go with the “space and time” option, and deal with it when I’m back in Vancouver. As it was, Rob left Jersey the next day, and we left the day after to head to London.
A week on and I’m home, back in Vancouver, with an apologetic email sent. New year’s eve 2005 - definitely a memorable one. Hmm.
