Call it lazy. Call it hungover. Call it what you will. Just read the Holiday Jam '05 a couple of posts below again. You're not gonna get any big happening post until tomorrow or the next day. I'm betting I'll be hurtin' like a torn curtain post new year's eve. I already started partying last night pretty heavily. And, the fun shall continue this evening! New Year's Eve in NYC. Crazy, nutty, dangerous, fun, naked, lascivious, illegal and irreverent. I'd have it no other way.
Okay, some quick recaps of New Year's past. My first year in NYC, we went to Times Square. I almost got trampled by a police horse. I had a 5 year run of randomly hooking up with some girl I just met that night and "rung in the new year" in coitus. I worked many years in a row and watched and made fun of drunken revelers. A fellow manager and I felt it was well deserved to open up a few bottles of Cristal champagne at Midnight and then take them with us as we continued partying elsewhere.
And then there was the year that my friend, John, and I went to a club where his friends were partying. As we stood in line waiting to enter, we noticed several people appeared to be in costume. Oh well, costume party and we're not dressed. As we enter, we see that the costumes seem to have a leather and rubber theme. We then look over and John sees his friend, "Holy shit. What the...?". I look in the same direction and see a guy chained to a wall with a leather mask on and his ass hanging out being spanked. Sudden realization...WE'RE AT AN S & M BALL! Yeah, that's right. So, we stayed for awhile and just watched the madness. Even getting invited to "swing" with a couple or 2. Now that was a night to remember. That's only because it's burned into my memory and I can't get it out! Aaaaaaarrrrrggggghhh!!!!
Okay, enough for now. Be safe and happy. Drink up. In the immortal words of Prince Rogers Nelson, "Gett Off!"