On the sideline, unphased

So it's New Year's Eve, arguably the biggest party night of the year. One might call it the Super Bowl of party nights. Well, thanks to this unbelievable cold, I'm sitting on the sideline, doubtful to play. I tried going out last night and found I could barely breathe at the bar, not good. So tonight, I'm sucking it up and sitting in with a fatty pizza and DVDs, and I'm actually very surprised with myself that I'm not mad or disappointed about the whole situation -- I would have expected to be pouty about missing out on a night like this. But I'm not. Maybe it's a sign of maturity. Maybe I'm so out of it and I'll miss it later. Regardless, I'll wake up tomorrow to a fresh year, definitely a good thing.

Above I mentioned that I was doubtful to play. That means I might still go out, but it's not likely. But if I have a sudden change of heart, there's a party 4 miles down the road at a buddy's. We'll see what happens.