A torn nightclub wristband still decorates your arm, marking memories of a party scene where a midnight kiss with Sloppy Joe actually seemed kind of hot.
Today, at the start of 2009, life is pretty good.
The feeling exudes optimism and opportunity, especially as far as nightlife goes.
You’re fresh off the heels of one of the biggest party nights of the year.
Anything is possible, your champagne-inspired consciousness says.
So it’s reasonable the same sensation leads people to craft those appealing, yet slightly impossible, goals for the new year.
Some say you’re setting yourself up for failure.
I say it’s your one opportunity to imagine a nightlife world that becomes ideal with the mere flip of a calendar.
Let’s unite in blissful ignorance with these visions:
This will be the year when that annoying friend of yours masters her cell phone well enough to stop purse-dialing you at 3 a.m.
This will be the year when technology milestones allow you to fully stalk your significant other’s ex without personal contact — or legal ramifications.
This will be the year when the DJ actually takes your request, rather than interpreting it as another vote for “Cupid Shuffle.”
This will be the year when in relationships, “maybe” doesn’t ignite an in-depth personality analysis that culminates in a not-so-heartwarming talk about feelings.
This will be the year when That Couple — you know, the ones who assure you nobody understands the complexity of their love — finally calls things off.
This will be the year when your skin-flaunting sister realizes she’s crossed the bare midriff threshold. And no, that one shirt is not an exception to the rule.
This will be the year when a bar’s live entertainment allows for audible conversation among its patrons. Not the talks that make you worry that with each nod, you’re agreeing to a lifetime of servitude.
This will be the year when a date’s utterance of “I can pay this time” isn’t followed by dinner at McDonald’s.
Of course, like those promises to hit the gym every day, nightlife predictions might all be fantasies.
Dream too intently and you’ll be in for some serious therapy when those visions are shattered Friday night.
If resolutions about your surroundings amount to nothing but pipe dreams, the least you can do is make a little effort to change yourself.
Not a dramatic makeover. Or an impossible personality overhaul.
Just a simple goal designed to make our nightlife a happier place — say, a promise to not go all Naomi Campbell on the next girl who accidentally bumps into you on the dance floor.
Take on the new year while believing that your party goals, however ambitious they may seem, have a chance of materializing on any given night.
And if not?
Well, at least there will always be another wristband.
Contact Sonya Sorich at ssorich@ledger-enquirer.com or 706-571-8516.
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