New Year's Eve was a time that I did not foreseen. The way it occurred was nothing planned, and there was not a back-up plan. Not a single club in DC would let me in. All I saw was "21+", and I was left out (in my mind it said "20+"). Though there are advantages of being fly, sexy and young, there are also disadvantages that I wish I could oversee and ignore, but unfortunately I can't. I don't live in La-La land. I was invited to a house party in Virginia, but I couldn't attend since by now its a far-flang territory. I can't remember a time where I did not "party", which by definition is drink, let loose, and have fun on New Year's Eve, but that did not happen exactly. Out of nowhere I was presented with an opportunity to spend time with a few friends and I called a night, I was over it. I arrived home around 3:00 p.m. via taxi, rummaged my pantry (I can't recall what I exactly ate), and watch a movie. Nothing that I contemplated, but fun nonetheless.