I want to wish everyone a Happy New Year! I am so excited to be celebrating the New Year, with so many changes happening in my life at the moment, it feels good to be happy and positive again.
Today, I am just bursting with creativity but I’m a little restless too if I’m honest. I’m going into the New Year sober. I keep thinking of parties from the past and wild nights that I’ve left behind.
I’m not gonna lie, I’ve partied hard over the years. I am creative after all. I’ve probably seen more than my fair share of parties and nothing makes me more excited than a night when I can let my hair down, get stupid and more than likely get myself into trouble, but tonight I have my daughter with me so I decided to go sober.
It will be my first sober New Year’s eve since childhood or due to pregnancy, I’m not pregnant, I just wanted a change. I wanted to start this year slightly differently from all the other years, maybe it will make a difference? Who knows? Worth a shot.
I want to be in control and not wake up with that awful hangover, the older you get, the worse it gets for sure.
After losing my friend a few years ago to alcohol addiction, t really made me see drinking in a different light you know? So you see, it didn’t feel right drinking tonight, Instead, I’ll just reminisce about the good times and sip camomile tea on the road to recovery…
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I picked up the dirty shot glass,
"Alright, just one more", this time,
That one burned with a shiver down my spine,
Tonight is going to be a good one,
"Emilie is gonna be there",
As glistening lights flicker in the air,
The night sky’s run crystal clear,
I always drink Vodka, a shot or two,
Tonight it was four, then five,
Then I ran down the hallway,
To the room, I was in before,
I love the way their lips move,
The rumble of the tunes,
I met a guy who travelled to Taiwan,
He asked me to be his muse,
Thick clouds of smoke blurt out,
The excitement in the air,
It’s been months since I had a blowout,
Pass the Rum, "we need more wine",
Julie goes home early this time,
And tuts as I stumble,
I knock over someone’s cup,
I’m only having a laugh,
It’s not like I’ve drunk too much,
Then that rush comes up and I get wild,
Dancing on the furniture,
Emilie breaks the lampshade,
Then the Chandelier,
We laugh about it quite a lot,
"Maybe nobody will notice," she says,
And hides the knob in a cooking pot,
At some point, we lose track of time,
Or maybe just the plot,
Who cares what time it is anyway,
Outside is still dark,
When the heady sun comes up,
My feet dance along the road,
Emilie asks, "why are your shoes off?"
I say, "Don't worry, I can’t feel anything,"
She says "you’ve got demons,"
Then we get home and nod off.