It really is shit isn't it?
Drunken bores, stupid traditions, forced participation in all sorts of things you'd usually run 5 miles from and normally 75% of the people in the room/pub/restaurant are people you would like to stab with a rusty blunt object.

Made worse for me as I'm always shattered from volunteering over Christmas. You'd think that would be a good enough excuse to get out of NY activities wouldn't you? Oh no. Every fucking year, "well it's only one night, you can sleep in on New Year's Day". No I want to sleep now you bunch of wankers. Leave me alone to have a few pints, a nice steak and an early night instead of tolerating your contrived unfunny evening.

Of course, I end up having to go along otherwise my gf refuses to have sex with me for a month. Meh.
(lkjshaglkasjdhglkhjz lkcvl; g;aodh;owih, Tue 21 Sep 2010, 17:34, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

I don't mind the whole routine of heading over to a house party
I've even quite happily co-hosted one for the last three years. But by the time it gets near midnight, everyone's pissed and/or falling asleep, and all the daft traditions get wheeled out like a fucking military operation for the dampest squib of an anticlimax you've seen all year.

Edit: "The Millennium" being a classic example. All that build up and for fucking what?
(LongJohnBaldry, Tue 21 Sep 2010, 17:37, Reply)