Regrets

In the end, there will be parties I will regret having gone to (Ahem: Portland rave, 2010/11) and men I will regret having kissed (many). There will be awkward silences at bar tables that I wish could have gone differently and crowded dance floors I will wish had been less .... sweaty.

I will never — ever — regret having spent New Year's Eve putting a (ridiculously enormous) puzzle together with my parents & their friends, making Charlie wear a tiara and exploding little champagne poppers on the front porch with my mom while she told me about our genealogical ties to presidents and monarchs.

Maybe this is maturity. Maybe not. But I'm glad I was there instead of in a noisy bar, at a clangy casino, in a roomful of strangers or snogging a drunken date.