Wrestling Masks, Old Friends Lost and Drive
New Years Eve Day eh?
funny old year it's been for me. I have pretty much crammed 5 or so years worth of careers, new prospects, relationships, friendships and experiences into the past 12 months. Gotten over love lost, a drug addiction and alcohol abuse, found new love, lost that, made new close friends, lost them (through little fault of my own I must hasten to add) and found many new exciting and promising fame-inducing and money-accompanying careers.
Tonight, i have to see my old work colleague/sort of boss. He's been ill for 2 months and off work, and in that time I took over as head booker of the live music venue i worked for, cut out the crap shows, got some incredibly large national and international acts/nights in, and changed the bad image of the venue. However, I also had to work with 3 middle aged morons with no music industry knowledge or ability, who made my life hell and ultimately brought me to raise my proud music weilding middle finger and walk. I wasn't paid enough for that bullshit. Anyway, today he wants to have a drink and find out what happened. It rather seems a bit pointless as I have left and will not return, but as usual I am intrigued and also feel some loyalty to this man who lied and ignored my attempts at getting in touch over the past two months. Mug.
Then I may go for some drinks with a couple of friends. But not THE friends i felt closest to me... because one is female and has suddenly decided that she has issues with me even remotely finding women attractive... why are opposite sex friendships always so latently open to being fucked because one or the other decides that bit of cloak and dagger sex the two of you briefly thought about at the start of the friendship, but one decided would ruin the friendship and so the feelings trailed off, would suddenly become a good idea again months on? Women, are, mentalists... so are men for that matter, but given my recent predicaments I am biased to a faux misogynistic outlook on the fairer sex.
Then from 1am-3am I'll be DJing at a big club to lots of sweaty, drunk and drugged up people. I'll be sober and straight.
It will either be a huge amount of fun, or none at all. At least I'll be DJing with my other best friend and DJ partner...
(NB: for those of you who have missed out on the past year of my life and recent rise to some sort of DJ/Presenter fame, check out: www.myspace.com/meninmasks or DJs Men In Masks on facebook)
...oh no wait, he TOO fell out with me this year, because he developed a rather nasty anger management problem, drink problem and became a bit of an overly emotionally unstable cunt in general in the past 12 months. At least we are speaking and love each other at the heart of it, despite our friendship-shattering arguments. And at least the money is good. Oh Scrooge, i never thought I'd eventually emulate your emaciated pale self so early on in life.
Then at 3am... who knows?
I have any number of cool parties/warehouse parties/clubs to go to... all of which are run my celebs/promoters/bands who would use their respective powerful and prominent positions to gloriously scrawl my name onto the guestlist... but all of which would feel reasonably boring, empty and lifeless without those i care about attending.
Or perhaps i just go home and sleep.
to emo, or not to emo.
No, no, don't misunderstand me, I am no longer the bleary eyed teary eyed smeary eyed pup of yester year who would rally the subdued upset of the year and air them publically on some bloggers delight. I just feel that perhaps I genuinely can't be bothered with New Years Eve.
after all... for me, it's another night's work.
and who am I really going to share it with?
oh... my ex girlfriend called me last night, completely hammered. to inform me that she doesn't have a drink problem.
i think she should do stand up.
Happy New Year mes amis, drink, eat, be merry and think of my mexican wrestling mask clad frame to'ing and fro'ing behind a pair of CDj-1000s tonight set to the dirtiest electro beats Shoreditch has witnessed in a while.
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