I’m struggling with this week’s blog. I was going to write about party tricks (we all need to bring something to the table); perhaps my friend’s sex life problems (she’s worried that she might be incompatible with her man); or having it all. But I soon realised that I don’t have any of the aforementioned (I’ve blogged about not having it all before).

‘Mid-life crisis?’ Liz suggested.
‘Mid-30s crisis sounds like a good subject,’ I replied. Liz has just returned from her South African holiday during which time she decided to turn down the badly paid part-time job offer that she’d previously accepted, then back-tracked and left a rambling message on the phone of her non-future employer. She was abruptly cut off mid-sentence. ‘You’d die if you’d heard it – sleeping pills and a four-hour sleep special,’ she said.

I’m sticking to my resolution of drinking more (which actually means a glass of wine with a home-cooked dinner) while Liz is aiming to get a job and get healthy in 2014. ‘We’re getting old,’ I said.
‘Okay, I resolve to party hard and get a new wardrobe,’ Liz joked.

Instead of going out, some friends decided to stay in for New Year’s Eve. ‘Having a fairly quiet one in my sister’s apartment with some of her friends and three babies. Party on!,’ Plan B said. He updated me before I headed out, ‘I have gone to bed. There are many parties happening outside though. There is an apartment building next door with about 30 balconies on the front producing quite a lot of noise. One party has a proper sound system though, and from my bed I have been able to Shazam the tune currently playing.’
‘It did feel refreshing waking up on 1st January without a hangover,’ Mark revealed. Even my younger brother failed to stay awake to see in the New Year.

We may be getting our priorities right. We no longer care about buying the T-shirt – now we’re giving the Abercrombie & Fitch clothing that we bought in our 20s to the homeless. But we might also be getting boring. Soon we’ll be repeating the clichés of our parents such as, ‘Only boring people get bored’ and ‘Boredom is a luxury.’ But maybe it’s not so bad discovering that our parents are actually pretty cool people to hang out with.