New Years Snooze
Aside from Halloween, I always think that New Years Eve is such an overrated night. Last year was quite possibly the best time I have ever had on NYE, mostly because I was eating burgers in a posh Gaitlenburg, Tennessee chalet and/or smoking pot, playing redneck put-put golf, and pruning up in an outdoor hot tub whilst sipping on cheap champagne (or having it thrown into my eyes) with four of my favorite peeps from Bama for three days straight. This year is no exception. All of the big gay dance parties that I want to go to are charging approximately a $100 cover charge. So, I'm going to a smaller gathering hosted by an aquaintance who is friends with most of the people I know here from Missouri. There will be lots of liquor, apparently a shit ton of helium balloons, and everyone I know. Then after, I'm heading to the hipster-drenched Misshapes party for some dancing....free Red Stripe! Yes, despite my utter disgust for the NY hiporati, the lure of free booze is all it takes for me to RSVP.
posted by danielle @ 9:23 AM
4 Comments:
I would agree completely...if not for the fact that women become desperate for affection. New Year's is great for fucking!
Women become desperate for affection on NYE? Really....this is news to me, except for what I've seen in When Harry Met Sally. But then again...THAT"S A MOVIE!
Ah, New Year's Eve last year was fabulous, despite the champagne in the eyes, courtesy of Christopher. Jeff and I are apparently heading to one of those big gay dance parties this year, but it's in Nashville, so the cover is only $25. What a bargain!
I don't know about desperate, either...however, I think I may avoid any NYE celebrations this year. Kind of feeling like a party pooper, ya know?
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