Psychoses and New Year
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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.
Tookjaina 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.
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.
