I worked up the courage to go to the NYE party. Packed up my stuff. Drove there. Parked. Then realized I forgot my tail... I drove back home to go get it (luckily the party is less than 10 minutes away), but now I don't think I can work up the courage again. Fuck. I wish I had someone to go with.
I actually did end up going to the party. It was a bit of a bust. Turns out social anxiety ÷ not knowing anyone don't mix. Who knew! Well, at least I tried.