This New Year´s Eve was my personal low as far as I can remember and yet it turned out pretty cosy in the end. After a tearful day with lots of Amy Winehouse “Love is a Losing Game” and the feeling that 2016 would never come and I´d die the loneliest person on the planet, after drinking Prosecco as soon as I got home (13:30) and wailing in the bedroom for a couple of hours, I decided I should take a shower, put on my face, bake a cake and take a cab to my cousin´s, ´cause by that time Sam was already terrified by fireworks and I barely managed to drag him after me 10 feet.
I´ve been good for some days now, keeping busy with work, friends and Sam, going to the movies- 3 films in one week!- and so on. But with New Year lurking around the corner, I hit rock bottom all over again.
I remember a couple of bad New Year´s Eves way back, when I was young, like buying a dress (cause that´s what I used to do every year) and then not knowing where I´d wear it. haha! But I always ended up getting invited to some gig, so I got to wear my dress. You don´t get to laugh at that, I´m dead serious when it comes to dresses! 😉 haha!