Perhaps is time to wish everyone a Happy New Year. Perhaps is time to remind everyone not to stress if you won’t be able to keep up with your resolutions. And perhaps is time to simply accept ourselves with all our little flaws and take it a day of a time, rather than trying to talk it all in with one breath.
New Year’s eve ran the same way the rest of the year did. A random point of casual meetings, mixed matched plans, indecisions and discussions. Of course with the drunken acts and needless blurbs. It was our plan not to have a plan, to see how the night went, to wait until the last minute and crash somewhere. There’s a funny thing about plans, they always work but in an unexpected way. So the great thing about plans that rely on the unexpected is that they are always perfect.
My boyfriend Alex was far from impressed, he had been invited to some massive party in Paris. But now here he was with me and nowhere to go. I blame him! I said I wanted to make no plans, so if he really wanted I would come to Paris, but he said No. I always complain about the language barrier. So me and Dom, my best friend, called up another friend of ours and went into town to go to someone’s house party. But it was early so we stopped in the West End for some drinks. Dom wanted some Pizza, and as we approached the vendor guess the unpleasant surprise? They were just changing the prices from £1 to £2.50. Yes New Year’s Eve is all about exploitation.
After the dried over charged minimal slice of pizza we went down the KU bar. A place not to far from the station and with some space inside to get through to the bar. We ordered some pints and were disappointed to see nowhere to seat, until we noticed the upstairs lounge. By the looks of the lounge not many people had noticed it existed. We sat comfortably deliberating on what to do next. Did we really want to go to someone’s house party that would probably be crap, in which we knew nobody, that was probably filled with drama queens or did we just wanted to stay in town and get drunk amongst strangers and half naked bar man? Considering our lazy mode the choice wasn’t difficult. Plus e had just found some friends of Dom and were now having fun.
Unfortunately we decided to pay for a ticket to go to the club down the stairs part of KU. What a crappy choice from mine and Alex’s point of view. On top of being half filled throughout the night the bar bit had better music and was free and much more fun. Anyway, we moved between the club and the bar. We danced a bit, sat a bit, watched a bit… We go drunk, got tired and decided to make our way home before the tubes completely shut. Dom stayed with the guys, but me and Alex were way done with the place. More Alex than me, as he said ‘after a time it’s not so much fun being eyed by the guys when you are interested in girls’.
Now the journey home was something else… Why in the world were the tubes working to make it easy for us, but instead turned the streets into chaos? Everyone knows people get drunk in New Year’s Eve. Everyone knows how drunk people’s sense of direction and any sense for that matter becomes quite impaired. So here is the London’s Transport and Metropolitan Police great solution: let’s open all the tube stations and confuse everyone by not letting the people in through every door and every station. Let’s put barriers along the roads, mainly in front of zebra crosses so that the drunks can get to the other side of the road and find they can’t get through. Let’s be the dick heads our government wants us to be and give them the greetings by showing with our actions: Here Londoners we not only overprice your tickets and manage never to arrest the right people, we also like to make your drunken joyous journey home less pleasant as possible.
That’s us up there. And down here the bar man that made part of th lazy choice easy.
