New Years Eve, 1969:
I was 26.5 months old. I was asleep before midnight. I don't think I was drunk, but I might have been. (That would explain the portions of my infancy I can't remember).
New Year's Eve, now:
Last year, a lot of folks told me about this great party at a local gallery that I missed, so this year , I decided to go. I figured I'd see a lot of people I knew.
I overlooked some basic facts. This would nearly be my undoing.
-New Year's Eve is like a last, brutally high Holiday hurdle for recently recovering alcoholics. For the last couple of weeks, everyone has been drunk except me; frankly , I'm getting a little sick of being around you bunch of lushes. Still, I suppose I do owe a lot of you rides home...
- There's a point in life (mine anyway) when NYE stops being the Best Possible Night To Be Single, Ever and instead becomes the Night of One Hundred Couples (and you).
It was a nice party - great music by local heavies Rattlemouth and Hotel X- but I was distressed that the only people I knew were in the bands.
I'm very shy in real, sober life, so It's very hard for me to make new friends in a loud room. It's impossible for me to hold a conversation with someone that involves taking turns yelling into each other's ears.
Near midnight, a pretty girl was handing out Dixie Cups of champagne. She starts to hand me one. I put up my hand and smile, no thanks. She pushes it on me, yelling into my ear, "IT'S ALMOST MIDNIGHT"!
No thanks, I try to say.
She fixes me with a dirty look. I am a Wet Blanket.
At midnight, everyone starts with the kissing and the hugging. Everyone except me. There are no extra people for me to kiss and hug. I use the moment of mass distraction to cover my escape.
When I get home I watch the end of Sat .Night Live. Ashley Simpson is the musical guest.
The Universe is truly against me tonight.
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1 comment:
I think NYE is overrated. Just stuff and parties set up that are overpriced because people feel a compunction to "celebrate" it. Why do people need occasions to celebrate life?
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