Psychoses and New Year

[40cakes]

Sniff. jaina is on her way home.

New Year's was fun. The venue wasn't the best, but I liked the people I was with, and that's what counts. This whole holiday has actually been more about people and less about things, I guess. I didn't get an iPod for Christmas, but I got a small pot (for cooking) and some trouser socks and some new pyjamas and sheets. But Christmas eve was spent at my cousins', hanging out and playing NES and fending off questions of "When you gettin' married, girl?" And that was fun.

But anyway, New Year's. Korova Milk Bar said Open Bar. They didn't say free beer and well drinks only. Really, one of the big reasons I wanted to go there was for their special drink menu. Also, the decor wasn't as cool as expected. Kinda looked like somebody's basement. If that person had naked mannequins hanging from the ceiling. Also, very very crowded. We paid money to drink lots of booze, and couldn't even get to the bar. Three bartenders on New Year's eve.

jaina got up to get another drink, and a fellow plopped down in her seat. I leaned into him and said, "Not that I would begrudge a man his rest, but that's my friend's seat." He smiled up at me in that "I don't understand you, man!" manner that made me believe he was high. As I said before, it took forever to get a damn drink, so it took a while for her to come back. I'm planning the best way to spill this guy's drink on his lap if she comes back and he doesn't get up. While I'm plotting this, his friends keep stopping by and trying to get him to stand up. He persists with the "I'm so high right now!" smile and refuses to get up out of the seat. Then he falls asleep. A girl in a cute top asks me, "Is he okay?"

"I don't know. He's not my friend."

"Oh, he's my friend."

"..."

I continue to think of ways to spill his drink on him, and out of the corner of my eye see liquid all over his shirt. Just as I thought he spilled his own drink on himself, I notice that he's vomited into his own cup. Wonderful. Luckily, this happened a little before midnight. We stick around to hear people count down (10 TVs there, and none of them can switch to the Times Square broadcast), kisses and hugs and cheers were exchanged, and we decide to head out.

We saw some amateur fireworks in the street. Hurrah! And we didn't get mugged or lost! Though earlier in the evening, we kept getting barricaded from Times Square. It was like a bizarre game with the NYPD.

Took jaina back to the airport. Only shed a few tears! I stayed strong!

Though we didn't really talk about it, I did bring up a few times that college rocks and don't wish for it to be over. I miss the social bits mostly. While I'm not exactly a social butterfly, it was nice to know that if I wanted to hang out with someone, they were a phone call and a five-minute walk away. Or they were your roommate. :)

Now I get home too late from work to really do anything if I'm not going to a place in NYC, and closest friends are about 30 minutes away. When I do get home, it's to an empty apartment, or one where everyone comes home and closes their doors. (And technically, even when we do talk, we have positively nothing in common. When I first tried to bring up anime, they didn't even know basics, like Pokemon.) It's nice to have like-minded people around.

In conclusion, arafel and I should start a weekend stitch-n-bitch for anime cosplay or something. :-D Only she'd stitch and I'd bitch. And knit.

>^..^<

* Geez, my icon is awfully melodramatic. I shoulda made two posts maybe.

Comments

[mistressrenet.livejournal.com]

While I'm not exactly a social butterfly, it was nice to know that if I wanted to hang out with someone, they were a phone call and a five-minute walk away. Or they were your roommate. :)
Yeah, I really miss that part too.

[fadingembers.livejournal.com]

Planning things was so much easier. When I wanted to hang out with pale_jezebel, it was a matter of turning around at my desk and saying, "Hey, I need chocolate. Let's go to Wawa." And she'd say, "Okay." Then we'd come back and play video games. Now I haven't seen her in at least a month because I'm seeing family or going somewhere and she's seeing family or grades are due for her students or neither of us have money... Also I'm now about an hour and a half away from her.

It's just sad and I miss the good times.

>^..^

[mistressrenet.livejournal.com]

One of my friends moved four hours away, so I never see her and I wasn't there when she had a hard time after the birth of her first kid...we've grown so far apart and it hurts.

[jaina.livejournal.com]

I miss you too! Lots of fun was had! Homemade fireworks R fun!

[arafel.livejournal.com]

it was nice to know that if I wanted to hang out with someone, they were a phone call and a five-minute walk away.

I understand very much what you mean about this. College is a unique time in this way, for some. Sometimes you live in the same town you've always lived in and hang out with the same people you've always hung out with, because they didn't move away and neither did you. College is different, though, since your friends aren't that likely to live near you, and once it's over, you scatter to the four winds.

But, we're lucky enough to live in a time when keeping in touch is easier - I email my roommates and talk to them once in a while, and we all get together for dinner a couple times a year. It's not the same, but it's something.

*grins* If we get together for a stitch-n-bitch, I'll teach you to stitch, and you can teach me to knit.