The Swedish Cultural Center :: I really really thought about naming this post “The Jumpsuit”, and then, I don’t know Swedish Cultural Center somehow won.

Anyways…

I wore a jumpsuit to a New Year’s Eve party at the Swedish Cultural Center. It was the second time the jumpsuit had been worn. The first time I wore it was for my work Christmas party. I had bought the jumpsuit months beforehand, but hadn’t had the guts to wear it. However, I needed(errr wanted) something sassy for the work Christmas party and well, already purchased and sitting sad and neglected in my closet was the jumpsuit. It took all my guts to put that thing on and march into a party of 150 of my closest colleagues, but I did it – and it was glorious.

By and large, atleast in my experience, New Year’s Eve is a holiday that gets hyped up a bit too much only to result in a lackluster reality(except for one time in high school when I planned a huge all nighter for the entire church youth group and another time a few years ago when 4 of my best friends and I danced our brains out at a Bollywood New Year’s Shabang). But, those two times were definitely exceptions.

Anyways, despite my knowledge that New Year’s Eve is maybe better spent lying in a bubble bath(which is how I spent it last year) there is still a weird pressure every year to do something cool – or atleast TO DO SOMETHING. So, when a friend suggested a party at The Swedish Cultural Center where her friend was playing in the main attraction – an ABBA cover band – I said yes. I mean, what could be cooler than a party at the Swedish Cultural Center?

Well friends, despite any doubts that you may have about the quality of fun available at such a place as the Swedish Cultural Center, you should know that as my New Year’s luck would have it – the Swedish Cultural Center DELIVERED.

We danced the entire time to ABBA. Danced and danced. And even sang. There were people old and young. We made friends. Someone, amdist the dancing crowd, gave me the best compliment(and this is really an exact quote), “Oh my god, I love your jumpsuit! It is SO good.” We ate Swedish Pancakes with whipped cream and lingon berries.  Bog drove me home and amidst the usually annoying 1AM New Year’s traffic(that she wasn’t at all phased by) we talked and talked about the things that are important to our little souls. We got home safely. And I woke up on January 1, 2015 with only a little more than a mild headache from my two gin and tonics. I used to think with some practice perhaps my alcohol tolerance would improve, but I think it will forever be comparable to that of a goldfish.

Happy 2015 People.