The last monumental New Years Party I went to was 3 years ago. It was pretty exciting. There was a butt load of people from my Grandma's building and it was just overall a great time. I knew pretty much everyone, and if I didn't, then I took the effort to know them. Everyone was so happy and there was no instance of sadness. This year, however, is anything but.
My grandma is sick, mostly bed-ridden and my grandpa isn't much of the celebrating time. His bed and the newspaper are the only things he needs. I wanted to spend New Years with my grandparents so I could help my grandma heal. She has diabetes and she's pretty weak, so I wanted to do everything in my power to help. I'm trying alright, but it just doesn't seem to work.
Every year, I promise myself that I'm going to see the ball drop in Times Square. Maybe with some friends or someone close, but after about twelve years of promising myself, it seems like it'll never happen. Don't worry. I'll see the ball drop someday. Maybe with myself and meet some friends there.
Yeah, that sounds like a plan.
In other news, remember those boots I wanted? I ordered them. It cost me a "fortune" but it'll be worth it.
