Can't. Believe. I. Missed. It.

I'm not usually the first person to be excited about cultural outings. I'm also not usually the first person to be excited about what is promised to be the happening of the year. But this past weekend, I feel like I have missed the party of the year. I'm not very happy.

This "party of the year" took place fairly close to my house; I could have easily gone. It would have taken me zero effort to get there. Many of my peers would be attending, and - unlike with some parties - I knew that there would be enough guys to admire. Rumour had it that a special guest make an entrance in a fashionable My Sweet Sixteen style. People couldn't stop discussing what they would wear, some were even making plans to dress up. Everything suggested a major event that would never be forgotten.

I often judge how good a party will be by tracing the internet to find out how long ago the party was planned. If a party was planned only a week ago, I presume it will be a trashy event with no real fun. If a party is planned more than three months ago, I assume it will be an event that will go down in party-history. After a few tiresome minutes of Googling caused by troubling internet, I discovered that this party was planned months ago.

To make matters worse, a couple of my friends (well, acquaintances) had told me about the previous parties (it's an annual event) which they had been to multiple times. It sounded amazing. I had only been to this party once, but it seems so long ago. I hardly have memories of it.

So why, oh why, did I not go?

I was too busy with volleyball, I didn't want to miss my match. I was also knee-high in homework, and if I didn't get to work soon I'd be up to my ears in homework. I reasoned that it would be irresponsible of me to go to the party.

I'm sad. And the only consolation I have is that there will be a 2008 party. It better be the best thing ever because it will be the last time I'll be able to go. In 2009 I'll be 18, I wouldn't be able to handle the shame of going to such a party at that age.

It's now Sunday evening, and I'm really regretting not going to the event. I'm sure it would have blast.

I would have loved to see Sinterklaas in Scheveningen. Unfortunately grades and volleyball got in the way. =[