New Year’s is almost here! Not the actual day which is awfully dull and will be another day back at work for me, but New Year’s Eve! I’m sure a lot of people are as excited as I am, but most probably couldn’t care less. Why? Lack of plans probably, and the big one: Lack of clubbing age. If you’re not 21, let’s be honest, it won’t be a holiday to remember. Believe me, I know. For the past, I’ll say, 20 years of my life, I’ve spent New Year’s Eve sitting in the house, watching grown ups in tacky party hats with dance moves that would make those on “So You Think You Can Dance” cringe, having the fun I could only wish for. Partygoers danced to D-list bands and musicians I’d never listen to, as they sing their most forgetful hits of the year. While they sipped champagne that was older than me, I drank Welch’s Sparkling Grape Juice (no complaints about it though) and ate black eyed peas as a tradition to promote good health for the new year. If I decided to be a daredevil, I’d be asleep by 2 a.m. Woo hoo. Not very exciting at all. But ever since I turned the big 21, I’ve been awaiting the infamous 31st so that I could let it all hang out (not literally) and be like the corny folks I watched on ABC all those years. My chance is here, and the Goonies and I have a plan of action: Venue – The Shrine in Downtown Chicago After Party – Club Quarters Hotel at Lower Wacker Dress – Forever 21 Shoes – Jessica Simpson Party Starts – 9 p.m. Party Ends …Well that part I’m leaving up to chance. But I do know that I’m going to party like it’s 2099! Or at least, I hope to. With that, I wonder what you ladies’ plans are for the big night, and maybe your past New Year’s Eve traditions. Happy New Years!!!! Oh yea, and if you’re over 21, please be a lady and drink responsibly. :) Vic
