Oh hey!
Happy New Year!
I
hope you all rang in the New Year in style, or in grungy t-shirts and
sweatpants - whatever made you happiest!
My own NYE was quite lovely.
I wore a cocktail dress and ankle-high motorcycle boots for the first
part of the night. Because I’m
classy. And because it was freakin
freezing outside. Don’t worry, I
changed into attire-appropriate but seasonally-impractical footwear when I
actually went out in public.
We had a nice low-key start to the evening at Sofie’s house where
we played cards, watched Dick Clark’s rocking NYE, toasted the East Coast New
Year and watched Jenny McCarthy possibly get herpes from a sailor. (yes, I’m
sure it was lipstick)
Then we headed downtown to the karaoke bar where Francesca was
working. If you have to work on NYE,
you’d better hope that you; 1.) have friends that love you enough to not even
think about celebrating the countdown without you; 2.) work at one of the most
fun places in the tri-state area; and 3.) have awesome friends that will wait
for you to serve other people their drinks before giving you your New Year’s
kiss.
Keeping with my tradition of the last…hmm… 3-8 years I kissed everyone
at midnight. Well, not that one
guy. But pretty much everyone
else. I even sneak-attacked Natalia
with a kiss and got a love bite in return.
Ooo, tiger!
PS – I’m the one who gave Jenny McCarthy’s sailor all of those lip
herpes. You’re welcome.
I ended the night in the eastern den of sin and inequity, around
4:30am with my favorite gay men, a couple of my favorite straight men and
several of my favorite women of undetermined sexual preferences. There was a lot of dancing and a lot of
kissing and snuggling. I got a broken
beer bottle stuck in my foot (which wouldn’t have happened if I would’ve kept
the boots on) but didn’t bleed all over the place like the last time that
happened (which is a story for another day).
It was really quite magical.
At the end of the night, I was alone and quite happy.
Then I slipped and fell on the ice. (Not due to drunkenness, I swear. It was all the fault of those damn impractical shoes!) My skirt
flew up above my shoulders and I’m pretty sure I did the splits.
But I’m still calling it a win because I didn’t get a single
bruise (I guess the plus side of all that holiday eating is that I’ve gotten a
lot of iron).
All in all, I had a fantastic New Year’s Eve.
The last few weeks have been busy! Work has been chaotic and
life has been, well, let's just say it’s been chaotic as well (more on that to
come later this week. Maybe).
And hangover-y. Life has been really hangovery.
Season of giving, yeah right. Season of
binge-drinking is more like it.
Yesterday when Francesca
and Sofie came over to the barpartment before we went out to lunch I had to greet
them by saying, “Please excuse my mess, the barpartment is hungover.” There were still empty beer bottles from
Saturday night sitting on the dining room table. Yes, this was on Tuesday morning. Don’t judge me. I just
hadn’t had time to deal with them yet, ok?
Ok, so they’re still sitting there.
Nursing a month-long
hangover is hard freakin work.
I was going to write a
“year in review” post. Then I realized
there wasn’t a whole lot in 2012 that I wanted to review. So instead I’m just going to say –
2013, let’s kick 2012’s
ass this year, ok?
Hope you all had a
fabtastical 2012! Anyone have any
particularly fun NYE stories to share?
Much love,
Annie Jay
Sounds like a successful NYE! Glad you had such a great time and that you didn't sustain any injuries from your tumble. :) Cheers to an awesome 2013!
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