It is New Years Eve and you find yourself sitting at a restaurant on Bourbon St. in New Orleans. You have been chugging down cup after cup of root beer for the last hour, stuffing your face with fried finger foods; eating the depressed loneliness away.
It is only a few minutes before the ball drops. The T.V. is turned to a news channel, with the party in New York airing. The atmosphere in the restaurant is electric with many cheerful couples and friends. You set your 7th frog leg bone down, licking your lips of the grease. While not as cheerful as you would be had you been with all your friends, this is still one of the better days you’ve had in the last few months.
As the time counts down to midnight, everyone begins to gather near one of the many large screen T.V.s. You follow suite and join in on the count down.
You’re taken aback as some random girl in the crowd grabs your face and kisses you. She turns and gives others kisses too. You smirk as the cheers and clinking glasses flood the room. You brush your arm as your face flushes and you go back to your seat.
Hopefully 2013 will be a better year for you. Hopefully you’ll rejoin with friends whom you’ve missed dearly.