Wow, guys. We haven't had a drink together in almost a year. What's up with that?
If you're upset or confused by that statement, don't panic. It's likely for one of two reasons:
A) We most certainly have had a drink together, probably recently. I haven't forgotten, I swear.
B) You haven't been reading my blog for a year yet and thus, are unaware of my super-fun series in which I pretend we're having cocktails and chatting away like old friends. If that's the case, I'm sorry for you, but I'm relieved you're here now. And you should be, too.
If we were having a drink right now, we'd definitely be drinking Prosecco. And yes, I realize that is the most basic of all the basic things I could ever say ... but whatever. I really can't be bothered with these labels when there is celebrating to do.
What are we celebrating, you might ask? And to that I challenge, what aren't we celebrating? I've been in kind of a festive mood all month. I guess that's the point of the holidays -- to feel festive. Though I will tell you, I haven't been much for holiday spirit this year. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's my age, maybe it's because this was the first year I didn't have an official "winter break", or maybe it's because I never got around to watching Elf.
Holiday spirit aside, I am ridiculously excited for the new year and have been channeling most of my festive energy towards that. Anyone who tells you New Year's Eve is overrated just isn't doing it right. My advice to those people: save your $200 and instead of getting all-access VIP tickets to your city's newest mediocre club, go buy a couple bottles of prosecco (yes, I said it) and you and your homies have yourselves a fun little evening at home making fun of Ryan Seacrest. You're welcome.
But seriously, think about it. New Year's Eve is one of the only times all year long when you can actually take the time to stop and feel a turning point taking place. There's all that energy of something new and fresh and full of who-knows-what right around the corner, and I hope I always get as hyped up about that feeling as I am right now.
Plus, 2015 is a nice, neat, organized number and I know I can't be the only one excited about that.
If we were having a drink right now, I'd probably tell you about my time spent in Virginia visiting my family this week. I'm still here, actually, so we'd probably be somewhere in D.C. Maybe Busboys and Poets, one of my favorite spots, or maybe somewhere hip around U Street, at a place recommended by my good friend who lived and worked around there up until about a week ago.
I'd tell you it's been great to see my parents and my brothers. That if you'd told me six months ago I'd be the last one left in Indiana, I would've spit out my drink and laughed in your face. That now, it's all kind of meshing, and I'm starting to feel good about what I'm doing back in Indy. That I love visiting D.C. That I have friends here. That it's nice to see your family and plan a little escape all at the same time.
I've got two more days here and not much planned. Reading, writing, and drinking wine (and Prosecco, of course) have pretty much been the only things on my to-do list for the past week, and I have to say, it's not getting old.
If we were having a drink, there's a lot more we could talk about. We could discuss new years resolutions. Or because I don't really like the idea of something so resolute, we could discuss what we're looking forward to or where we're planning to travel or the things we want to do instead.
But probably, if we were having a drink, I'd suggest we grab one more and then hit the dance floor. We're celebrating, remember? All of that other stuff can wait. Let's enjoy the last few days of 2014, instead.