Tomorrow is new years eve. Tomorrow is the end of the year. Tomorrow completes another year of me wishing to do better things, and also being single. And tomorrow is 40 degrees, which is disgusting.
So far some frans and I have concucted the spine tingling plan of dressing up in the clothes of bygone eras, and forcing ourselves into the town parade, which is otherwise extreamly boring. We all hope that this will bring us some sort of joy and excitement and make the last day of 2010 somewhat life changing.
If all goes well, I hope to be wearing Zoe’s lilac cut off denim overalls (http://outre-moth.tumblr.com/ — follow her, shes amazing), some sort of faded fluroecent top underneath (or one of my many acid wash wears), and my desert style combat boots. I’ll hopefully whip my hair into a quiff, and don on some john lennon sunglasses to look savvy and also protect my cornias.
I dont really know how the evening should pan out. I dont know how busy this tourist town will get. I dont know how far I will be able to walk in a straight line either. But I do know that me in short purple overalls will be …. a sight.
P.S - Is anybody doing anything actually worthwhile for new years eve?