alternately titled "esmerelda whinges a bit as she realises she is becoming a miserable old git*"
As the excitement of the Boxing Day Cricket match fades into a distant memory for the local journos the stories are emerging about how are you going to spend New Years Eve. One story read - "1m party goers vie for 5000 taxis".
Getting all dressed up & having to traipse around in brand new shoes that will be killing your feet by 9:30? (too much pain)
Having to fight for a taxi? (public transport is looking good)
Elbowing aside drunks? (sounds like my old job)
Solution: cook yummy dinner; buy nice champers; give kids boxes of sparklers and let them run around the yard while I try to get some cool photos, watch fireworks on television (the 9 o'clock one, not the midnight one as you know my fat arse will be asleep by then).
For years I worked in a industry that catered to people on New Years Eve. Encouraged them to party. Had to work and watch people having a "good time" and feeling jealous because I was working. And now that I don't work in that type of environment any more, and I can go out and get stinking drunk with all the rest I don't want to.
I shall however, be the sober one without the hangover that is taking the brilliant "trailing home after the party" street snaps on Monday morning.