so this is the new year...
it's now New Years Eve Eve. Once again I won't be in New York for New Years. THis is my 7th New Years living in New York and the only one I was actually in New York was my first one. remembering all my New Years Eves in NYC sounds like a daunting task but I did it pretty easily while I walked over to the bar to meet Frank for a game of darts.
I could probably remember every single one if I really thought about it.
Dec 31st 1998 was my first one in NY and I had to work early on New years day. my roommate Sabrina decided at the last second that we really should be out for midnight so we went running around the Village looking for somewhere to be. Most places were charging outrageous covers. I wasn't about to pay $75 to go into a bar at 11:45pm just to leave at midnight. We begged and pleaded but got nowhere. We went from bar to bar to bar. Finally we found this random dive bar on a sidestreet that let us in. Before we even made it up to the bar to get a drink, the ball began to drop and the countdown began. We screamed along as someone handed us glasses of champagne and noise makers. At midnight we blew our horns, kissed a friendly roommate kiss, and then I went home to get four hours of sleep. The flight I had to work was to Chicago at 6am and we only had one passenger. It hardly seemed worth getting out of bed.
Dec 31st 1999 was the big millennium scare. I was in Austin with Kat and we were together by default. We'd been broken up for about a year but neither of us were seeing anyone so we'd hook up whenever I was in Texas. It was nice knowing I had someone to kiss at midnight and someone to go to bed with once the night was over. We went to a house party with some rather tame people, student teachers I think. They were all drinkers, no drugs at all. We played some drinking games and that loosened everyone up. It was actually pretty fun but some little guy kept vibing me because he had a crush on Kat. I guess they had been flirting the last few weeks and didn't know who I was or why we looked so comfortable with each other. We why we left together hand in hand at the end of it all. We watched in great anticipation when the first time zones hit midnight and even more so when NYC hit it. Nothing abnormal happened so nobody was worried when Austin got to midnight. I felt slightly homesick when they should the ball drop in Times Square. The millennium came and went just like any other New Years. It was pretty damn anti-climactic, We left shortly after midnight but i don't remember much after that.
Dec 31st 2000 was when Justine and I were just starting to get back together. She wouldn't make the jump and get all the way back together so I took advantage and dated others in the meantime. We got back together a couple weeks later but on New Years itself I was in San Diego with Ginger. We had been flying together all month and were hooking up all month. Frank was on my trip, as was Drunk Man. We were the only flight attendants and they offered to keep watch while Ginger and I went into the lav to join the Mile High club, but I chickened out. I only slightly regret that. James from LA drove down to join us. We were at the Star Bar when midnight struck. Ginger was pissed at me because I kept calling Justine. At midnight we didn't even kiss, it was pretty awkward at our table. we did a few minutes later. The night before would be the last time we slept together for a few years. It was pretty much that night that I decided that no matter what Justine was going to do, I still wanted to be with her and only with her. I broke it off with Ginger the next day. Frank and James talked to some girls but didn't get anywhere. Drunk Man met some random blonde right after midnight and ended up taking her back to our hotel for the after party. While we were walking back to the car the girl actually ran down the street after us to see where we were going. Drunk Man looked like a pimp, despite his god awful black velvet shirt that he swore always worked magic for him. He and I had bought a couple cases of beer and several bottles of champagne the day before in anticipation of the after party. Ginger was pissy and tired so we didn't even make the after party. We just went straight to bed without saying a word to each other or to anyone else. The next day we had an emergency landing in Albuquerque and thought we might die. That's what finally got us talking again.
Dec 31, 2001 I hadn't expected much from this one. I knew I'd be in San Diego again but I was flying with all gay guys. I figured I'd either go to the gar bars with them or just drink in my room by myself with some valium. I was leaning towards the valium but on the trip before, I met a passenger named Juliet. She lived in LA but was going to be down visiting her dad in San Diego. I was going to be in San Diego the nights of the 30th and 31st. We decided we'd hang out the night of the 30th and if things went well, we'd do New Years too. We didn't do much the night before New Years Eve, just sat around my room drinking red wine, talking, and taking valium. The next day we went thrift store shopping and had a nice lunch at a cafe in Hillcrest. We started on the valium and champagne early and by the time we went out to the clubs, we were wasted. Cariss said we should go to this club where her boyfriend was working but we never saw her or the boyfriend. Turned out Cariss never made it, but we were there. We ate the valium like candy and drank tons of Vanilla Stoli and Ginger Ale. Nothing had happened between the two of us the night before, we just kinda passed out on the bed. We finally had our first kiss a little before midnight. i was glad to get it out of the way. I didn't want it to be awkward or forced at midnight. That was the highlight of the night. It ended up with us somehow making it home. i'm told I drove but I cannot confirm nor deny that. We messed around and she wanted to have sex but I knew she was way too fucked up so I said No. I thought I was doing the right thing but the next morning she accused me of taking advantage of her when she saw that she was naked and I wasn't. I explained that she took her own clothes off and refused to put them back on but she didn't believe a heterosexual man would actually say no to sex. that's when I found out about her mental condition and her meds and how she shouldn't drink a single drink, ever. By the time I got back to New York she decided I was telling the truth about what happened and wanted to move to New York so we could date. Cuckoo!!! On this day she still lives in my neighborhood in Brooklyn but that's just a funny side note.
Dec 31st, 2002 No drama this year. The closest thing I came to craziness was when Sport called me all E-ed up from Oklahoma. I landed in Seattle at around 11pm but made it down to the Space Needle by 11:45pm to meet Kansas and her fiance. We watched the fireworks, i took some decent photos, and then we went barhopping in the trendy area, I forgot what it's called. After the bars closed we all went back to my hotel for champagne and then that was that. the next day we had japanese food and I flew back to new york.
Dec 31st, 2003 This was one of the best New Years ever. Ivy and I were in Oklahoma with Sherilyn, George, Gwen, Sport, and about six other people. We decided to get some E, go to the Hi-Lo, then come back to the duplex in time for midnight. We spent over $400 in decorations including a balloon drop. Everybody got dressed up in nice and/or shiny clothes. We bought dozens of bottles of champagne and there was a heap of coke. Everyone was so fucked up we nearly missed the countdown. We noticed the time just in time to turn the volume of the music down and the TV up. george ran to get the string for the balloon drop. We all grabbed champagne and huddled around the 51 inch High Definition television. The string broke off so George had to run upstairs and release the balloons manually but it only added to the craziness. Eventually we let Simba the boxer come in and pop as many balloons as his heart desired. The night went on well past daybreak. Roller skates were involved. Lines of coke were being done off of Mercedes' hoods. Ivy and I ended up taking Ambien to help with our comedown, but not before we found the budweiser pajamas and put Ivy into them. I was in my usual three piece brown on tan suit from the 70s. The drugs were good and the people were better. I don't think I'll ever have a better New years Eve. it's depressing to think about now since Ivy and I are broken up and don't even speak. Sherilyn and george are broken up as well and it's amazing to think about how much has changed in the last 365 days. Some of us are good, some are in the depths of horrific downward spirals. I'm not expecting much from this New Years. I'll be in London. My friend Smash is going to be there and we decided whatever we do, we'll do it together, but I don't think we have any kind of plan. I won't have anyone to kiss at midnight, unless its just some random person I meet in London, but I don't really care. It never felt like Christmas this year, I don't know why it'd feel like New years. Every New years I get out my photo album and look at all the photos I've taken throughout the year. It's my own personal review and reflection of the last 12 months. This year I don't have many photos since my camera was left on a plane in late February and never replaced until this very day. I'm not ready to think about half the year because it had everything to do with Ivy and I'm not far enough away from those feelings to enjoy reminiscing about them. The next couple months were so damn boring and uneventful. Halloween- things finally started to pick up and I must admit that things have been great ever since. I always have this weird end-of-the-year depression thing so I shouldn't be surprised by it right now. I just want to get through the next couple days and get on with 2005. I liked 2004 for the most part but sooooo many of my friends are damning it to hell. So for their sake i want it to end. Unfortunately if these people don't do more for themselves to make their lives better, 2005 will be even worse than 2004.
I could probably remember every single one if I really thought about it.
Dec 31st 1998 was my first one in NY and I had to work early on New years day. my roommate Sabrina decided at the last second that we really should be out for midnight so we went running around the Village looking for somewhere to be. Most places were charging outrageous covers. I wasn't about to pay $75 to go into a bar at 11:45pm just to leave at midnight. We begged and pleaded but got nowhere. We went from bar to bar to bar. Finally we found this random dive bar on a sidestreet that let us in. Before we even made it up to the bar to get a drink, the ball began to drop and the countdown began. We screamed along as someone handed us glasses of champagne and noise makers. At midnight we blew our horns, kissed a friendly roommate kiss, and then I went home to get four hours of sleep. The flight I had to work was to Chicago at 6am and we only had one passenger. It hardly seemed worth getting out of bed.
Dec 31st 1999 was the big millennium scare. I was in Austin with Kat and we were together by default. We'd been broken up for about a year but neither of us were seeing anyone so we'd hook up whenever I was in Texas. It was nice knowing I had someone to kiss at midnight and someone to go to bed with once the night was over. We went to a house party with some rather tame people, student teachers I think. They were all drinkers, no drugs at all. We played some drinking games and that loosened everyone up. It was actually pretty fun but some little guy kept vibing me because he had a crush on Kat. I guess they had been flirting the last few weeks and didn't know who I was or why we looked so comfortable with each other. We why we left together hand in hand at the end of it all. We watched in great anticipation when the first time zones hit midnight and even more so when NYC hit it. Nothing abnormal happened so nobody was worried when Austin got to midnight. I felt slightly homesick when they should the ball drop in Times Square. The millennium came and went just like any other New Years. It was pretty damn anti-climactic, We left shortly after midnight but i don't remember much after that.
Dec 31st 2000 was when Justine and I were just starting to get back together. She wouldn't make the jump and get all the way back together so I took advantage and dated others in the meantime. We got back together a couple weeks later but on New Years itself I was in San Diego with Ginger. We had been flying together all month and were hooking up all month. Frank was on my trip, as was Drunk Man. We were the only flight attendants and they offered to keep watch while Ginger and I went into the lav to join the Mile High club, but I chickened out. I only slightly regret that. James from LA drove down to join us. We were at the Star Bar when midnight struck. Ginger was pissed at me because I kept calling Justine. At midnight we didn't even kiss, it was pretty awkward at our table. we did a few minutes later. The night before would be the last time we slept together for a few years. It was pretty much that night that I decided that no matter what Justine was going to do, I still wanted to be with her and only with her. I broke it off with Ginger the next day. Frank and James talked to some girls but didn't get anywhere. Drunk Man met some random blonde right after midnight and ended up taking her back to our hotel for the after party. While we were walking back to the car the girl actually ran down the street after us to see where we were going. Drunk Man looked like a pimp, despite his god awful black velvet shirt that he swore always worked magic for him. He and I had bought a couple cases of beer and several bottles of champagne the day before in anticipation of the after party. Ginger was pissy and tired so we didn't even make the after party. We just went straight to bed without saying a word to each other or to anyone else. The next day we had an emergency landing in Albuquerque and thought we might die. That's what finally got us talking again.
Dec 31, 2001 I hadn't expected much from this one. I knew I'd be in San Diego again but I was flying with all gay guys. I figured I'd either go to the gar bars with them or just drink in my room by myself with some valium. I was leaning towards the valium but on the trip before, I met a passenger named Juliet. She lived in LA but was going to be down visiting her dad in San Diego. I was going to be in San Diego the nights of the 30th and 31st. We decided we'd hang out the night of the 30th and if things went well, we'd do New Years too. We didn't do much the night before New Years Eve, just sat around my room drinking red wine, talking, and taking valium. The next day we went thrift store shopping and had a nice lunch at a cafe in Hillcrest. We started on the valium and champagne early and by the time we went out to the clubs, we were wasted. Cariss said we should go to this club where her boyfriend was working but we never saw her or the boyfriend. Turned out Cariss never made it, but we were there. We ate the valium like candy and drank tons of Vanilla Stoli and Ginger Ale. Nothing had happened between the two of us the night before, we just kinda passed out on the bed. We finally had our first kiss a little before midnight. i was glad to get it out of the way. I didn't want it to be awkward or forced at midnight. That was the highlight of the night. It ended up with us somehow making it home. i'm told I drove but I cannot confirm nor deny that. We messed around and she wanted to have sex but I knew she was way too fucked up so I said No. I thought I was doing the right thing but the next morning she accused me of taking advantage of her when she saw that she was naked and I wasn't. I explained that she took her own clothes off and refused to put them back on but she didn't believe a heterosexual man would actually say no to sex. that's when I found out about her mental condition and her meds and how she shouldn't drink a single drink, ever. By the time I got back to New York she decided I was telling the truth about what happened and wanted to move to New York so we could date. Cuckoo!!! On this day she still lives in my neighborhood in Brooklyn but that's just a funny side note.
Dec 31st, 2002 No drama this year. The closest thing I came to craziness was when Sport called me all E-ed up from Oklahoma. I landed in Seattle at around 11pm but made it down to the Space Needle by 11:45pm to meet Kansas and her fiance. We watched the fireworks, i took some decent photos, and then we went barhopping in the trendy area, I forgot what it's called. After the bars closed we all went back to my hotel for champagne and then that was that. the next day we had japanese food and I flew back to new york.
Dec 31st, 2003 This was one of the best New Years ever. Ivy and I were in Oklahoma with Sherilyn, George, Gwen, Sport, and about six other people. We decided to get some E, go to the Hi-Lo, then come back to the duplex in time for midnight. We spent over $400 in decorations including a balloon drop. Everybody got dressed up in nice and/or shiny clothes. We bought dozens of bottles of champagne and there was a heap of coke. Everyone was so fucked up we nearly missed the countdown. We noticed the time just in time to turn the volume of the music down and the TV up. george ran to get the string for the balloon drop. We all grabbed champagne and huddled around the 51 inch High Definition television. The string broke off so George had to run upstairs and release the balloons manually but it only added to the craziness. Eventually we let Simba the boxer come in and pop as many balloons as his heart desired. The night went on well past daybreak. Roller skates were involved. Lines of coke were being done off of Mercedes' hoods. Ivy and I ended up taking Ambien to help with our comedown, but not before we found the budweiser pajamas and put Ivy into them. I was in my usual three piece brown on tan suit from the 70s. The drugs were good and the people were better. I don't think I'll ever have a better New years Eve. it's depressing to think about now since Ivy and I are broken up and don't even speak. Sherilyn and george are broken up as well and it's amazing to think about how much has changed in the last 365 days. Some of us are good, some are in the depths of horrific downward spirals. I'm not expecting much from this New Years. I'll be in London. My friend Smash is going to be there and we decided whatever we do, we'll do it together, but I don't think we have any kind of plan. I won't have anyone to kiss at midnight, unless its just some random person I meet in London, but I don't really care. It never felt like Christmas this year, I don't know why it'd feel like New years. Every New years I get out my photo album and look at all the photos I've taken throughout the year. It's my own personal review and reflection of the last 12 months. This year I don't have many photos since my camera was left on a plane in late February and never replaced until this very day. I'm not ready to think about half the year because it had everything to do with Ivy and I'm not far enough away from those feelings to enjoy reminiscing about them. The next couple months were so damn boring and uneventful. Halloween- things finally started to pick up and I must admit that things have been great ever since. I always have this weird end-of-the-year depression thing so I shouldn't be surprised by it right now. I just want to get through the next couple days and get on with 2005. I liked 2004 for the most part but sooooo many of my friends are damning it to hell. So for their sake i want it to end. Unfortunately if these people don't do more for themselves to make their lives better, 2005 will be even worse than 2004.