So I came home tonight and put my red sparkly new year's tiara next to last year's silver sparkly one. And turned on the same PBS special my parents and I watched two nights ago. The thing is, as much fun as I had tonight, and as great as my friends are, there's a part of my brain asking, what's the point? What was the point in shaving all the way up my thigh? What was the point in getting all dolled up? Why put out the effort if the only guys paying me any attention were already my friends, and the one drunk guy who was a friend of a friend and who most likely spent the evening puking his guts out? What's the point if I didn't even get my requisite harry to my sally new year's kiss? I'm not trying to get pity or anything like that, I'm just saying, and I know it makes me sound like an old fuddy duddy, but I can certainly appreciate the appeal of spending the evening in. I manage to avoid the fabricated social pressure most days and holidays. But somehow tonight it managed to get to me. Blah.