I promised that the entry on the 31st would be the last whiny one (for a while) and god damn it, I'm going to deliver on my promise.
So what do you all think of rainbows? I think they're really pretty. OK, maybe not.
Anyway, New Year's was the typical debacle, but actually was fairly fun. After having two nights of way too much drinking and drugs leading up to New Year's eve, I was not really feeling like getting trashed and staying out until 5am yet again.
I decided to try and have dinner at my place again. Last year was a huge disaster, as I mentioned, so this year I planned ahead a little better. Made the whole thanksgiving dinner (turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, green beans, squash, etc.) and everything worked, and was finished at the right time. A New Year's miracle.
I had 8 people at my place, we drank champagne, Dom Perignon of course (actually it was a bottle of Korbel and someone had crossed out the name and written Dom on it, but I'm not exactly a stickler for details), made dacquiris and sat around my place chatting. Very chill. Around 11pm we got together and went to a party at a friend of a friend of my friend Scott (got that? Good.) Turns out it was this huge Scottish guy (maybe 6' 7") and his whole family (including his drunken father, walking around in a kilt and forcing people to drink Scotch with him) and a bunch of other Europeans. Very interesting.
From there, we left with my friend's friend and wandered around lower Manhattan, looking for a party that failed to materialize until about 3am. This party ended up being at a friend of a friend of the Scottish guy (we've exceeded our six degrees of separation, so there's probably an easier route to this person. I'll check on Friendster.) It was at this ridiculous apartment in SoHo that was bigger than my parent's house in rural Pennsylvania, covered in first generation Picasso and Kandinsky prints.
It turns out that the guy who owned the apartment wasn't even there, and his dog sitter had decided to throw a party at his place. We felt slightly out of place there, and noticed that wherever we were hanging around we were under discrete surveillance by other people at the party. Which is a good idea, because my friend Ali kept joking about stealing something from the party.
After staying there for about an hour, we wandered around the village some more and ended up back at my place, with me having achieved my ideal level of drunkenness (just enough to be happy without being sloppy) and having had a good chance to hang out with my friends.
So all in all, on the legionnaire scale of New Year's eve parties, with 1 being the worst (getting dumped by my ex that night, sitting alone in a bar watching the Sinbad New Year's special) and 10 being the best (seeing the Lords of Acid at the now-defunct Limelight while flying on E and dancing with two girls at once) I would rate 2003 a 7.
Oh, and at desperatecomfort's request, the next biology review will be on learning and memory. Should be fun.
So what do you all think of rainbows? I think they're really pretty. OK, maybe not.
Anyway, New Year's was the typical debacle, but actually was fairly fun. After having two nights of way too much drinking and drugs leading up to New Year's eve, I was not really feeling like getting trashed and staying out until 5am yet again.
I decided to try and have dinner at my place again. Last year was a huge disaster, as I mentioned, so this year I planned ahead a little better. Made the whole thanksgiving dinner (turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, green beans, squash, etc.) and everything worked, and was finished at the right time. A New Year's miracle.
I had 8 people at my place, we drank champagne, Dom Perignon of course (actually it was a bottle of Korbel and someone had crossed out the name and written Dom on it, but I'm not exactly a stickler for details), made dacquiris and sat around my place chatting. Very chill. Around 11pm we got together and went to a party at a friend of a friend of my friend Scott (got that? Good.) Turns out it was this huge Scottish guy (maybe 6' 7") and his whole family (including his drunken father, walking around in a kilt and forcing people to drink Scotch with him) and a bunch of other Europeans. Very interesting.
From there, we left with my friend's friend and wandered around lower Manhattan, looking for a party that failed to materialize until about 3am. This party ended up being at a friend of a friend of the Scottish guy (we've exceeded our six degrees of separation, so there's probably an easier route to this person. I'll check on Friendster.) It was at this ridiculous apartment in SoHo that was bigger than my parent's house in rural Pennsylvania, covered in first generation Picasso and Kandinsky prints.
It turns out that the guy who owned the apartment wasn't even there, and his dog sitter had decided to throw a party at his place. We felt slightly out of place there, and noticed that wherever we were hanging around we were under discrete surveillance by other people at the party. Which is a good idea, because my friend Ali kept joking about stealing something from the party.
After staying there for about an hour, we wandered around the village some more and ended up back at my place, with me having achieved my ideal level of drunkenness (just enough to be happy without being sloppy) and having had a good chance to hang out with my friends.
So all in all, on the legionnaire scale of New Year's eve parties, with 1 being the worst (getting dumped by my ex that night, sitting alone in a bar watching the Sinbad New Year's special) and 10 being the best (seeing the Lords of Acid at the now-defunct Limelight while flying on E and dancing with two girls at once) I would rate 2003 a 7.
Oh, and at desperatecomfort's request, the next biology review will be on learning and memory. Should be fun.
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I am not an Ivy League intellectual (or perhaps an intellectual at all) but I have an advanced degree in something in the liberal arts and read the Nation and Mother Jones monthly. I am proudly Independent (or Unaffiliated, as they call it here in North Carolina.)
I am also a life member of the NRA and a member of the Sierra Club. I am VIGOROUSLY pro-choice and pro-union. And....I work for a bank.
I don't sleep well, obviously.
[Edited on Jan 03, 2004 4:43PM]
great to finally meet ya