The life and soul of this pyjama party

Prepare to declare me very boring but my idea of partying over the Christmas season will largely involve pyjama parties. By that I mean me in my pyjamas on my own in bed.  To be fair it's not just this year that I'll have missed out on the mile long queues and fighting my way to the bar. I've sat this season out for a few years running and actually it suits me just fine to not be there. I see to have reached a point in my life where I no longer have fear of missing out ( fomo ) and it's more like fear of having to socialise in large crowds of drunk people. 
The funny thing is I'm dating someone who is virtually my polar opposite and who's been asking me for weeks what our New Years plans are. The honest answer is I think I'll sit this one out. Luckily for me the decision was pretty much taken out of my hands by the fact that I'm working until 9pm on New Years Eve and back in at 9 am New Years Day so my options for socialising are limited at best. My boyfriend says I'll probably be in bed before 12 New Years Eve and I honestly wouldn't rule out that possibility. It's not that I don't want him to celebrate but I'm not particularly pushed about ringing in the New Year myself so chances are me,  my hot water bottle and pyjamas will be in one place and my boyfriend will be somewhere with friends celebrating it in a much more typically Irish fashion.
I am not sure at what point did the party season leave me feeling cold. It might just be that for the last while I just don't feel the need to be out unless I'm out for a band or some other form of entertainment. I don't go out just to stand in a crowded bar and be bumped into. I'm sure this is very closely related to the fact that I'm no longer drinking when I'm out so water with a bit of social anxiety on the side doesn't make me the most entertaining company. The whole thing with the Christmas season is that it's all that with more of a crowd so more of everything  I don't enjoy about your average Saturday night.
So forgive me if I sit this one out. I'm happy to meet friends for coffee or even go workout together ( like I did last night ) and maybe you might drag me to a smaller social gathering but I won't be found among the crowds over Christmas.  You'll have to excuse me but I will be at home doing sophisticated adult things like wearing cosy pyjamas , watching Christmas movies and colouring in my adult coloring book ( for adults ) but much happier for it.

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