My Party With Myself

Having watched literally none of the New Year's Eve programming, only the two performances Fall Out Boy gave on FOX, I feel like I have written my own New Year's Eve for 2008. The new ritual is to sit at my grandmother's computer and browse through The Onion's articles, drinking myself silly on Diet Coke and watching movies about the Irish mob. The new ritual also includes a total disregard for ritual. I didn't play Canasta, like I was supposed to. Nor did I eat the entire mochi, which Wikipedia defines as glutinous rice paste. I define mochi as FUCK OW MY THROAT, IT'S CLOSING, OH NO. It's our New Year's tradition to eat a mochi each, meaning we all sit around the table with small bowls full of mochi and homemade pork broth and choke.

The only one who likes eating the mochi in our Very Asian Family is my 85 year-old great-grandmother, who reminds us constantly that we must eat it. And since it supposedly brings luck, we all force it down our throats as fast as possible, so we may pile our plates with other, easily swallowed food. After that, we eat our crab and rice. I sit in the living room while they play Canasta. Eventually, my grandparents and I leave and go back to their house. At midnight, my grandma breaks fifteen poppers over my grandpa and I. The evidence is all over our hair.

You may be asking me, "Oh, Andi! Why you so crazy? Why you not partying with your friends? Why you at your grandparents' house?" Because I fucking love them. Friends let you down, but grandparents are forever. My grandma stays up until 2:30 in the morning every night, sometimes later, watching crime drama shows. My grandpa reads books about everything from religious figures to history. I love them both.

The Boyfriend is hanging out with his friends Ethan and Jesse, Jason is off defeating the world one chord change at a time, and Dobbl's watching her family get drunk. I miss everyone, but the good thing about 2008 is that I'm not alone. I'm hoping that this year will bring me closer to wisdom. I mean shit, how many horrible situations do I have to get myself into before I can give advice to other people? 2007 was the year of mistakes. Some I learned lessons from and others I just barely managed to brush off my hands. I don't make New Year's Resolutions, but I'm going to really give my all this year. No more letting go.

Best wishes to you all. And stay classy, you motherfuckers. Happy 2008.