Strap in and hang on for the ride of your lives. Because this introvert is putting the pedal to the metal on my plans for an off-the-chain New Year’s Eve.
Fair warning: It’s about to get majorly buckwild up in here.
So first things first… This introvert knows that a wild New Year’s Eve requires hitting up the crunkest club in town: His own apartment. While all y’all are ordering bottle service at “da clurb,” my apartment is an ultra-exclusive “clurb” with plenty of bottles of San Pellegrino sparkling water, chilled and ready to enjoy. (With a slice of lemon if you wanna go real nuts with it.)
And you know what’s wilder than a giant group of friends? My one really good friend. Or even just me, by myself.
So as for the dress code at the apartment…
You’re probably thinking something like a fine designer suit or something silky and shiny. Well, how’s this for taking it up a notch: I shall be wearing fleece pajamas. Crazy, I know. But get this: At some point in the evening, the pajama bottoms may even come off. (Cue gasps). After all, it may get hot under the blanket on my couch. Which brings me to the much-anticipated topic of…
