(Please be nice to me. I want the best year ever, 'kay???)
A fairly uneventful, but nice night for me as I rang in the New Year. I went over to my friend's flat and hung out with her and her man and imbibed a bottle or two of rose. Then we went to her boyfriend's parents for the bells, then back to hers about 2am where I fell asleep on the couch.
There was talk of hanging out at the pub for a bit with her boyfriend's friends. But they messed us around and ultimately I think it was for the best. New Year's Eve is the one night of the year where I can't really handle the pub.
I ate my weight in Marks & Spencers' sausage rolls and had a pleasant evening all in all.
I am very glad I wasn't in my flat last night - because the police made an appearance!!!
Yes, you heard me right - THE POLICE!!!
When I woke up this morning around half ten, I had a text from one of my flatmates to tell me that she had woken up at four in the morning . . . to find the police in her bedroom. How fucking scary, eh? To wake up and have not only strange men in your room . . . but POLICEMEN at that! (I mean, I suppose it's better than they were policemen than, I don't know, RAPISTS, but still . . . You gotta immediately start wondering what the fuck you've done wrong!) They told her they were looking for one of our other flatmates, which didn't make much sense to her. How did they get in?
She wanted me to check the other flatmate was okay. But thanks to the all-knowing, all-seeing Facebook, I already knew she was - she'd made two status updates since then. I then realised that I'd had a missed call from her at half one this morning, which made me feel guilty. I text and asked her what had happened - she replied she'd had a fight with her boyfriend that had been blown out of proportion by the police but everything was okay. She'd tried to phone me earlier as she didn't have her keys (since I wasn't home I don't suppose it made much of a difference that I missed her call). The police had got into the flat because they DID have her keys.
Okay, so I'm more than a little confused by the whole thing and she obviously just wants to put it behind her, so I just left it at that. Don't really know why the police were roaming about the flat looking for her, but hey-ho. I just have this great sense of relief that I didn't wake up in the middle of the night to find the police in MY room! I DO wonder if they went into my room though - because I had left it in an utter state! And of course there's always this fear that there's something illegal in my room . . . something illegal that I didn't know i had, of course!!!
(Seriously, I don't think there WAS anything illegal but it's always a worry.)
People have suggested in the past that I am a magnet for drama and love to be in the middle of it. But I think this incident just proves it ISN'T me . . . it's my FLAT that is a hotbed for drama!
Perhaps we should have our own reality tv show???
Maybe not . . .
So how was YOUR New Year's Eve? What did you end up doing?