Day 2 - New Year's AITA? in These Foolish Things

Good morning! I’m sorta working today and sorta not. I only had one meeting scheduled for today and that person asked if we could cancel, so I said yes.

And voila! No meetings for today, but I do have a lot I need to be doing and it would be great to be ahead of the game for when everyone comes back to the office next week.

It’s also Day 2 of My Big Challenges! I’ve started the 75 Hard Challenge again (it was sooooo good for me last year), and I’ve started my 75 Vintage Challenge too (wearing at least one item a day that’s vintage or secondhand). So far so good and I’m feeling really good about both of them. The challenges force me to get up early and do my morning routines and get DRESSED and get the day going! These in-between days would be soooooo easy to just stay in my jammies all day. But I get up and get rolling.

The Brunch at LC’s yesterday was so fun. I knew it would be, and I knew I wouldn’t want to leave. Alas, I had to go all too early to get home to walk Martini. We’d just started talking about thrifting and fashion, too! Bummer.

I’ve been asked to go thrifting with a trans woman to help her pick out clothes that look good on her. This is going to be a very interesting challenge! Especially since she’s very self-conscious about her body…and worries what people might think about her in a dressing room. The good thing about thrifting is you don’t really need a dressing room and you can pretty much just try things on to see how they fit right there in the aisles. Also, at my local Goodwill, the dressing rooms are all single stalls on the sides of the store, and anybody can snag them.

We’ll see if she actually ends up going. It was LC’s idea to suggest that I help Jenna (that’s her name) with thrifting. I’m sure if LC has anything to do with it, she will go. LC can be very convincing! But Jenna’s also kind of standoffish. So I don’t think she’d go unless LC is with us, and that’s fine with me!

So today, I feel like I’m still tying up some loose ends from last year. I like the thought of nobody else really working or in the game today so I can mentally close the loop and move forward with 2025.

So let’s look back at something that’s bugging me.

New Year’s Eve started out super weird for me. My friend C. and I had gotten together for dinner last Friday and he mentioned his girlfriend might cancel her visit so that if she didn’t come, maybe we could do something mellow together.

Long story, she decided not to come (they have the weirdest relationship), so I invited C. over to have pizza and to watch the ball drop before kicking him out due to snoring on my couch, ha!

He told me he’d decided to do some concert thing and some happy hour before that, BUT he could drop by at 5 and bring me a pizza and some Athletic Beer (nonalcoholic), and a big ol’ Caesar salad because he knew I wanted to splurge since I’m giving up wheat in the new year.

I loved that idea! Because we could hang out for a short time, have a “naughty” snack, and then he’d GTFO and I could enjoy Andy and Anderson all by myself with Martini and mentally prep myself for the New Year.

It’s a long, dumb story, but I was ready at 5, knowing he’d probably be late - no biggie - but the dude kept pushing things out. At 6pm, he texted saying he was running late because he had to take dinner to another friend who had pneumonia.

Okay, but…huh? Why didn’t you tell me that earlier?

At 7pm, I tried to call him, but he messaged back saying he was on the phone and he’d call me later.

At 7:30, I told him I didn’t need a phone call, but could he just let me know if he was coming over…yes or no…so I could plan my FUCKING DINNER??!

He texted “yes.” And that he’d send an ETA later…

Guys, that made my BLOOD BOIL.

WTF. Just because I don’t “have plans” for New Year’s Eve doesn’t mean I want to sit at home WAITING for this motherfucker to bring me a fucking pizza!

I kept repeating to myself, “don’t explode when he shows…don’t explode when he shows…”

He finally showed up at 8:30 with a cold fucking pizza and a dozen ROSES??? HUH? And the first thing he did when I opened my door was SHOVE THE ROSES IN MY FACE.

And I exploded.

I knew he’d have a million excuses, and he did. And it just felt shitty, and it felt like we were a dumb couple in a fight and he was offering me roses because he’d fucked up and he knew it.

It was weird and gross, and I was sad for our friendship because I don’t want to be friends with someone who is unreliable and overextends himself and over-promises (he’s done this a million times to me), acts so sus and then tries to make ME feel shitty about it because I’m not grateful for him going above and beyond!

Anyway. He left pretty quickly because I was just so angry and sad that I was angry and I just wanted to be alone.

And that was it. I heated up that pizza and ate the whole goddamn thing (luckily, it was a small margarita pizza, ha!) and drank some non-alcoholic bubbly from a champagne glass and calmed down and was able to enjoy Anderson Cooper’s midnight giggles like I wanted, but I was still bummed about C.

Haven’t heard from him, and I don’t think I will. We’d talked about going together to see my dad for his birthday this weekend. We did that together last year and it was an absolute blast, but ughhhh…I told him we were NOT going to go together during my angry rant on NYE.

So, meh. Was I in the wrong? I mean, I know I was in the wrong for not keeping my cool and talking rationally when the man finally showed up, 3.5 hours late.

I told the story to my friends at LC’s place yesterday and they all said I had every right to be angry and upset, but if you’ve read this far, I wonder what your thoughts are on that?

Now. Moving on with the New Year!!!
xox,
GS