Party Like a Dork

So, last night was New Year's Eve, and rather than "hitting the town", jumping from party to party, or from bar to bar, I spent the night chaperoning at my church's youth group party. That may sound dorky, but considering my other options, I prefer to be a dork.

Options:

1. I could have gone to one of the many clubs in town that are featuring New Year's parties. Unfortunately, they are also featuring music so loud I can't have a conversation with someone right next to me; drunk and sweaty boys, who think they are hot enough to make up for their lack of honorable personality traits; and girls who dress and act like hoochies.
2. I could have gone to one of the smaller, more sophisticated pubs in town that are hosting live bands. This would be a great option for me any other night, but on New Year's Eve, these hangouts are hosting 500 other 30-somethings, with only 25 seats. Not to mention they are charging a $20 cover and $8 for a virgin rum and coke.
3. I could have attended a party at one of my friends' houses. Alas, like me, they were all too exhausted from Christmas to plan a party. At least, that's what I told myself, since I didn't get any invitations.
4. I could have thrown a party at my house. I've tried this in the past. Anyone that isn't staying home with their kids (see number 3) has better things to do (see number 2).
5. I could have stayed at home with my husband and children. We could have watched movies, eaten junk food, drank white grape juice out of plastic champagne glasses, and celebrated the New Year at 11pm with the dropping of the ball in New York (so we could go to bed early.) Truthfully, this is what I usually do and I truly enjoy it. 

So, although there were many options, I chose to ring in the New Year with a bunch of Middle School and High School kids, and I honestly had a good time. We played board games and drank way too much soda. We celebrated at midnight with noise-makers and sparkling grape juice. It was fun and relaxing. The only thing that I would change is that I wish my husband and my son could have been there. Maybe next year!