It’s retrospective time, people of blogland.

Nye 2003: a mirthful event, spent at home, partly in the bathtub, partly in bed. On my own and pining for a distant girlfriend with whom I had Life Plans and Hopes.

Nye 2002: a joyous event, spent in a girls’ club with my friend Odd, dutifully clubbing and eyeing up girls. It was also a First Date with someone I can only call Superbutch.. Superbutch got riotously drunk, loud, possessive, brash and argumentative. Odd got riotously drunk, loud, flirty with Superbutch’s friends, as well as argumentative. A fisticuff was narrowly avoided. During the cab ride home, Odd puked up half the contents of the bar as Superbutch was sending me drunken text messages. The cab driver chucked us out in indignation. I tried to make myself feel better by thinking I was earning big motherfucking karma points for breaking up fights as well as wiping the puke off Odd’s face. All in all, a fruitful evening.

Nye 2001: a jolly event, in a bar on the other side of the Channel, in the delightfully named Trouville. I got drunk on bad champagne, almost fell into the canal, got into an argument with someone very mean I’d just met, wanted to go back and drown myself in the canal, was talked out of it by my girlfriend. I think I fell in love there and then, as she was holding my hand and a bucket and telling me it would all be fine in the morning. I can’t resist kindness, you see.

Nye 2000: a cheerful event, at home with my mother. We went to bed at 11pm and got up early to go climb a mountain.

Nye 1999: a jovial event, in the middle of the Sahara. I didn’t wash for six days, but Christmas and nye were successfully avoided. *Note to self: why am I not doing that again?*

Tonight I am invited by someone I don’t know very well to go to a house party held by someone I don’t know at all. I might flake pitifully.
Happy 2005, y’all.