Every year Heather and Tracy hope and hope to get invited to someone glamorous New Year’s Eve party, preferably by a certain queen bee whom’s name rhymed with warriette. Spoiler: it’s Harriette.
But her party was exclusive, and only her closest friends get invited. Apparently it’s not really glamorous and her whole family is there too, but just imagine the boost in popularity they would get if they were invited to that party.
But this year was the same as every year, the day before New Years eve and Tracy and Heather had no plans other than to stay at home and watch the ball drop on TV while drinking Heather’s parent’s champagne, which they were allowed to do since every year Heather’s parents left to their own adult party and left the girls with some champagne and well wishes.
“You girls will be fine, right?” Heather’s dad asked as they sat in the living room channel surfing. Heather’s parent’s were having a little vacation at a hotel the day before New Years Eve, which meant two days to themselves.
“Of course, dad,” Heather said, “I’m eighteen now, I can handle being home alone for one night.”
“And she’s not alone, I’m here,” Tracy reasoned.
Her dad nodded and left the room to tell her mom that they were good to go.
“This is gonna be fun,” Heather said, trying to gather some excitement.
“Yeah, fun. All alone on New Year’s Eve,” Tracy sighed, “I can’t believe we’re alone again!”
“Maybe we should invite people over,” Heather offered.
“Who?” Tracy asked, “do you have any numbers in your phone other than your parents, me, and the vegan delivery place?”
Heather frowned, but didn’t contradict her. She was right. Tracy got out her own phone and scrolled through her contacts, but hers was the same. Lonely.
“We’re off, girls,” Heather’s moms aid as they passed through the living room, “have fun, and save the champagne for tomorrow! And you can invite people over, just clean up after yourselves.”
They were literally living the dream, if only they had people to invite over.
“Okay mom,” Heather said.
“I love you,” her mom said quickly before they finally left the house and a few seconds later Tracy and Heather heard the car go on and leave the driveway. And they were alone.
“This sucks,” Tracy said.
“Let’s get some food,” Heather said, getting out her phone.
“Vegan?” Tracy asked, a small smile on her face.
“Do I eat anywhere else?” Heather asked.
“No, you don’t” Tracy laughed.
And, with the mood lightened, Heather ordered them some food and they watched a marathon of America’s next top model as they ate. They critiqued the girls on their modeling, called out there makeovers, and yelled at the judges when they disagreed. They didn’t even bring up the New Year Eve predicament the whole time, but they silently vowed that next year they would find something to do.
At that time the next day they were on the same couch, counting down the seconds, a little loopy from the champagne, and just as the ball dropped they exaggeratedly kissed each other on the cheeks.