Last night was quite lovely. I had myself a little sleepover.
My girl, Sandra picked me up and we went back to her place and made a lovely salad. She uncorked some champagne, which we mixed with cranberry juice. Delicious! We had an amazing talk that went into the wee hours. I love that girl. She is the most mature 23 year old in the universe.
Shit. I just realized I left my pictures from Friday night on the computer we have at home. That night, H and I went to grab some tapas in the LP. While we were there, I got a message that my friend Beest was in town. I haven't seen him in almost 3 years, so I was super excited. I met up with him, Fulk, the cousin and the girlfriend and Cocktail at Durkins. It was the perfect way to kick off the weekend. A couple of drinks. Great friends. Much laughter. Good times. I'll have to post those later. This will be a picture overload as it is.
New New Year's Eve track record has been less than stellar. I just re-read that linked entry I wrote one year ago today and it made me feel sad and empty. Last year at this time, things were so full of promise. I was in love and I loved my life. If I could go back and re-do the year, I would. In a heartbeat. But I can't. All I can do is take my reality right now and give it a make-over. I am taking the mistakes I made and making sure they never happen again. And hopefully one year from now, I'll feel that sort of happiness again.
Tangent. What was I saying?
Oh yeah, well this New Year's Eve was pretty darn fun. We made sure to go all out, especially since next year I hope to be at a house party and not dropping Benjamin's like a mofo. So, I went out with a bang at the Palmer House Hilton.
The ballroom was absolutely gorgeous. Spacious. Elegant. Well decorated. And chock full of short chachis and gorgeous babes. The odds were not in our favor.
I look like the broad side of a barn. Black is slimming, my ass. Time to dust off the Core Secrets ball! Wake up, H!
This was taken right before the countdown to midnight. I look like I am about to eat your children.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
H loves my death grip!
Let me ride that don-kay, don-kay!
I didn't realize how packed it was until we went upstairs.
This douchebag of a wingman (his equally douchbaggy friend brought this guy over so he could hit on T) approached me to engage in wingman type talk. I did not appreciate being approached by a wingman, so I called him out on it. He retreated and 5 seconds later, I spied him dry humping some nasty skank on the dance floor. Happy herpes, dude!
We finally realized there was a whole other room going on. Duh! I knew Elevation, a U2 cover band was playing there, but it took me getting lost to discover the rock going on right down the hall from the main ballroom. I stayed for three songs: Beautiful Day, Where The Streets Have No Name and Mysterious Ways. As someone who has seen the real U2 live, these posuers are actually pretty damn good.
It's a Beautiful Day! Don't let it get away!
Touch me! Take me to a higher place!
Some random dudes who I hung out with when I lost everyone again. And as soon as I spotted them, I simply walked away mid-sentence. Bitch.
So at 3am, they cleared everyone out and H and I bid farewell to T and Laura. They headed back to our place and we headed upstairs to our friend's room.
It was a teeny weeny little room with one bed and 6 people who wanted to sleep there. So, to be fair to everyone, we just stayed up all night. Several people were supposed to meet up with us at this point, but oddly enough, I was the only one with a charged cell phone. And no one could remember those people's numbers. So a few people came all the way downtown and were stuck in the lobby. Happy New Year!
Damn Red Bull. After drinking two, I took to jumping on the bed. Man alive, I love that dress. Y.M.C.A!
Jeff is a very fun, happy-go-lucky guy. Bean is the most serious dude I have ever met.
H, is that a Magnum in your mouth, or are you just happy to see me?
I can never get that rock on hand gesture quite right.
Um...
ok.
Wait.
What?
It's Red Bull, not urine.
I dig the camera angle. I do not dig my farms. (fat-arms)
This is Abe, the creepiest guy alive. He makes me skin crawl, but he paid for the room. And had to sleep on the floor. Dig my face in the background. Is that what I look like when I think no one is looking? Zoinks!
This was taken circa 4am. My hudspa is slowly fading away at this point.
We finally put the camera down and 4 of us tried to fit on the bed with little success. They next thing I know, it 11am. Time to check out. And not one wink of sleep was had by any of us. So we gathered our things and waited in the hall for the elevator. It took 20 minutes to get one. And the line of people behind us regarded us very warily. I am sure we were quite the sight.
We waited for H's buddy to pull his car around once we finally got to the lobby. I crossed Madison Ave to get in the car, but my high heel slipped on a puddle and I went face and elbow and knee first into the cold, wet cement. I laid there for at least a minute, completely stunned and embarrassed. An overweight couple was standing on the sidewalk right there where I fell and all the guy did was hand me the phone that I dropped. When I finally peeled myself off the curb, the lady said "he's quite the gentleman, eh?" I looked her dead in the eye and said "Lady, ya picked a real winner" and got into the car.
My knee is all shades of purple. I am still very sore as I sit here typing this. Leave it to me to only trip after I am dead sober.
I had all sorts of things going on New Year's Day. I was supposed to go to brunch at my friend Nate's and meet up with a few groups at a few bars for some football watchin', but I was paralyzed. I could not get out of bed. So I put my constantly ringing phone on vibrate and placed it under my bed.
It is almost 12pm. I have an ad to do and a salad to eat. Additionally, my sister is chomping at the bit for this entry.
So, I am out. I hope everyone is healthy, happy and safe. I hope I didn't bore you too much. I am not very witty today. But they can't all be winners.