Saturday, January 1, 2011

An Odd Start to a New Year

"What are you doing for New Years?"
I thought about this. "I don't know," I replied. What am I doing for New Years? I wondered to myself. I wasn't sure what I was doing, but apparently the world had plans for me I didn't even know about.

The adventure started at the Texas Roadhouse restaurant. We called before hand and had an assigned time of 6:00. When we actually arrived, the crowd told a different story. It turned out we had to wait about forty five minutes before we actually got a seat. During that time my mom held me uncomfortably close to her so I wouldn't be run over by a stampede of hungry people. That part was painful, but once we ate the food we felt it was worth it.

On the way home from the restaurant I was dropped off at my friend's house. Within the first half hour I was there my her little sister ran off with my camera and wouldn't give it back. When I finally got it back I refused to give it to her so she followed me around with Bambi eyes trying to snatch it from my pocket.

We listened to music and goofed of the rest of the evening. When it was almost midnight we turned on the T.V. to see the ball drop. By the time we got to the channel it was over and we all awkwardly looked around at each other for a moment before I said quietly, "Uhh well, happy new year...!" My friend and I hugged and jokingly congradulated each other on surviving another year.
I heard another voice, "Can I have a hug, Tessa?" I looked down at my friend's brother (one year younger than me) sitting slumped in a chair below me.
"I guess, but it's a little hard when you're sitting in a chair." He stood up immediately and held his arms out. I briefly hugged him and was pulling away but he didn't let go. The level of awkwardness skyrocketed. I finally managed to pry away from him without being rude. He smiled shyly as his father entered the room with the rest of the family.

We all gathered in the kitchen and toasted to the new year with our sparkling apple juice. At 12:30 my friend and I both went to my house for a sleepover. We then stayed up until 2:00 in the morning talking.

I woke up in the morning with a terrible feeling. I realized I didn't know where my camera was. I had brought my old one to the party in case anything happened to it, and the last time I had held my new camera was in the office uploading pictures to the computer. It HAD to be in the house.

I was back on the search. I cleaned every room I walked into, organizing and looking through every little nook and cranny from the bathroom counter to the corner behind the door. I never found it. Is this really happened all over again??? I thought with furrowed eyebrows. After searching for hours I stood in my kitchen for a moment about to either burst out crying or hit something. But I simply stood there, and after taking a break from my search calmed down and attempted to enjoy the rest of my day.

Happy 2011 everyone!

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