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?