What Gives?: Another Year Deader
After being T-boned by Broadway Cab number 693 I was pretty excited about the night as I figured the bad part was surely over. This proved to be false as I would soon arrive at a horrible, crowded and wholly unwelcoming party that had bad music, zero cool and too too many dumb kids. Kids in normal usage would imply people around my age (that is 19 to 30) and of like mind. Kids in this situation were mostly under 18 and of no mind. There was a constant flow of people who as far as I could tell were going NOWHERE. Just milling around. It'd be the same kids passing and passing again. Eventually I made it outside where I saw that pretty lady from the World's Greatest Ghost party again and made plans to ditch to the next place. I'm almost positive I pissed off a few people that night from all my philandering, but in my defense I will say this: Don't care.
(Lock, thank you for throwing this party. Without you there would've been nothing.)(Battle Bend, sorry I didn't get to see you play I just couldn't take it anymore.)(Idiots, Put yourself in a box addressed to your mother and proceed to blow your brains out. Hopefully I'll still be at her house when the mail gets in so that we can party and get it on one more time in celebration of a much happier world.)
When I asked Xui about his New Years in New York he told me cheerfully that he got laid and then pointed out that women (at least in our respective circles) seem to need to get laid or at least make out with every body on this just one day a year, perhaps to "prove that they still rule the world and can do whatever they want" in Xui's words.
Next party. Full and open bar. Champagne everywhere. Rich 30 somethings. HUGE bartender came up to me and asked me who I knew as I was filling my cup. I guess I took to long to answer cause I had to leave shortly thereafter.
On to Paul's! Great place. Good friends. Dates wrapped in Bacon are delicious and Cuban women are a powerful sort of goddess to whom we should all pay our respects lest we incur the wrath. Later that night: Nothing says awesome like a lady in your tent.
