I had a really flat new years, I'm embarrassed to say.
Nothing tragic. I practiced my set early in the day, then tried to figure out what I was going to do. Some bartender friends of mine were working that night and were doing stuff earlier so I was going to hookup with them first in the East Village.
An old friend was having a thing at his place, upper west, so i told him I'd get there late, coz I wanted to do other shit. I really had planned on hitting luna's, but my girl's in a broadway show, she wanted me to meet her at a joint near the theater when it ended, and it was pushed up an hour early and it kinda messed up the early evening plans, and I wound up missing both early thangs.
Then she wound up meeting me 11/2 hrs late b/c of friends meeting her at her show, so I could have hit the early things which kinda blew but I wasn't going to get in a bad mood.
Late great dinner out and rang in the new year there, but we split 3 desserts between us like the total hogs we are, and left the place wanting to puke. Headed over to my old pal's digs, and when we showed up, everybody was on mushrooms and totally trashed, and they were playing Mule at full fucking blast, which was cool for about 1 and 1/2 songs. A friend that I hadn't seen since she moved to LA was saying shit like "you are making different facial expressions than you ever have before". Whatever. We managed to talk our way out of there after 45 minutes or so, and hit a party in Harlem, which was kinda weak, and we split after an hour when a whole group of people started watching Jackass.
It was one of those nights where you're always traveling to somewhere else, and before you know it, you've missed everything. Boo Hoo. Big fucking deal I guess. I did get tinges of jealousy/envy when I heard everyone's little vignettes of their evening.
Except for Butterly, who should have given me a phone call and we could have chatted while we cleaned our fridges together.
Nothing tragic. I practiced my set early in the day, then tried to figure out what I was going to do. Some bartender friends of mine were working that night and were doing stuff earlier so I was going to hookup with them first in the East Village.
An old friend was having a thing at his place, upper west, so i told him I'd get there late, coz I wanted to do other shit. I really had planned on hitting luna's, but my girl's in a broadway show, she wanted me to meet her at a joint near the theater when it ended, and it was pushed up an hour early and it kinda messed up the early evening plans, and I wound up missing both early thangs.
Then she wound up meeting me 11/2 hrs late b/c of friends meeting her at her show, so I could have hit the early things which kinda blew but I wasn't going to get in a bad mood.
Late great dinner out and rang in the new year there, but we split 3 desserts between us like the total hogs we are, and left the place wanting to puke. Headed over to my old pal's digs, and when we showed up, everybody was on mushrooms and totally trashed, and they were playing Mule at full fucking blast, which was cool for about 1 and 1/2 songs. A friend that I hadn't seen since she moved to LA was saying shit like "you are making different facial expressions than you ever have before". Whatever. We managed to talk our way out of there after 45 minutes or so, and hit a party in Harlem, which was kinda weak, and we split after an hour when a whole group of people started watching Jackass.
It was one of those nights where you're always traveling to somewhere else, and before you know it, you've missed everything. Boo Hoo. Big fucking deal I guess. I did get tinges of jealousy/envy when I heard everyone's little vignettes of their evening.
Except for Butterly, who should have given me a phone call and we could have chatted while we cleaned our fridges together.
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LUKE... I AM YOUR DAUGHTER!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH
*runs away screaming*