Wake up, babe! The rules for 2025 just dropped.
✸ this is what’s in
✸ this is what’s out
Joanne and I don’t usually go out for New Year’s Eve to avoid drunk people, bad traffic, and mid parties. This year, I insisted we go out and get tickets for a local queer event that ended up being just another mid party. The music was boring, with the DJ choosing to welcome the new year with I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas. They didn’t even time will.i.am’s second verse with the countdown - because there was no countdown for the new year! (what are we even doing here?)
My friends and I left, realizing that people in their mid-30s belong at home, eating charcuterie. The next morning, we went over to Jericho Beach in Kitsilano so my brave friends could dip into the icy water in a New Year’s Polar Bear Dip. I stood back at the shore with Bailey, taking videos and holding towels for them. I did not do the polar bear swim because I hate being cold and, if I may refer to the chart above, being warm is actually what’s in.
That DJ is out 💿
Papayas are IN 🥹😍
Those outs are all sooooooo out 🗑️
I’ll consider scams and clutter