New Year's Eve is a whole other story. If you're over the age of 35, unless you're Kate Moss, no one will question your decision to stay home.

But this year, I got the perfect invitation from my friend, Oliver. The e-mail arrived with the subject heading: New Year Sadsters.

"I hereby invite you discerning types to drop in at my under furnished flat on the 31st in the mid or late afternoon.I would arrange for there to be some food.and then you could go. Or stay as you wished."

He then goes on to say he might change his mind about meeting at his flat but we could meet at a nearby pub or restaurant instead. And, we can let him know by the 29th.

What I found so pleasing about the invitation was the ambivalence. It kind of sounded like he was hoping we'd decline. So with the pressure off, I accepted.

Of course now I'm worried he'll cancel.

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hehee