Drama on NYE

New Years Eve

Christmas is for families but NYE is for couples.

As a single this night can cause some stress as the clock counts down to midnight. In the past I have felt to be the only one not locking lips with someone special as the ball drops (these last few years I've settled for someone available).

This year I was going to a house party where I knew that at least one single girl would be in attendance and I figured the two of us would get a head start on the champagne. In reality the party was on estrogen overload. There were 9 people at this small bash and only two couples and those two men were representing the opposite sex. Therefore this party was simply overrun with beautiful single ladies. One might think that this would relieve the pressure of the midnight kiss (it did) and therefore result in a wonderfully drama free evening.

It did not.

I had spoken with Lumberjack a couple times since the dinner and he had asked permission to call me on NYE (do whatever you want...). I said yes (I'm still curious to see where this might go). I figured he'd call or he wouldn't no real problem either way (he wasn't at the party because of a work emergency....yes we was working NYE 3ish hours from all of us).

Around 10 R's phone rang and it was Lumberjack calling to wish us a Happy New Year. The phone was passed around the party to all his old roommates and best buddies from their time in Oz (this amounted to 5 of the total 9 people at the party the other 3 did not know him). But not to me.

....

Yes he talked to everyone else at a party he knew I was at and did not ask to talk to me.

I was not the only one to notice it. Some of my friends assured me, it wasn't like he'd said "No I don't want to talk to Tigerlily." or maybe he wants to call you closer to midnight.

I tried to not worry about it and went about enjoying the pink champagne and shots that kept coming around thanks to R's husband. But as the night went on and my alcohol consumption increased I was more getting more and more upset about it.

At 1am I asked R if it was odd he never called. Somehow all the ladies of the party ended up talking and I definitely cried a little (damn the vodka shots). I believe the consensus of the night was its just not worth it. And while I didn't want to agree the evidence was with them.

R and I finally got her husband to take us home close to 6am.

When I woke impossibly early the next morning with nothing to do while waiting for my friends to wake. I noticed an icon I'd never seen before on my phone. Upon further investigation I discovered that I had a voicemail.

Apparently in my drunken emotional state of the night before I was unable to work my phone.

Lumberjack had called, and left me a message shortly after midnight.