I hate New Year's Eve

I hate parties, loud people, too many food/cooking smells, people I don't know, small talk...the list goes on and on. We were supposed to go to friends. We went. As soon as I got there, I was ready to go home. I ended up fleeing, taking the car keys from Matt and going home, leaving him and his parents there.

Ahhh, blessed darkness, blessed quiet. Just me, my keyboard, and my best friend on IM.

Now that's a New Year's tradition I can handle.