ATTN NEW YORKERS:
If you are not spending your NYE either with me (and my BFFS the zombie Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt (zombies because I recently had to kill 3/4 of them.)), getting completely insane with live mural-painting, six set/costume changes (I will, at one point, be a glam lava flow), live ice carving, asteroids, space ships, and breakfast in Bushwick at
Shea Stadium BK OR
Going until the year 2015 with
horrorvacuii and her sweet-ass gypsy family down at
Mehanata (Because seriously, they will go all night, go to a diner, and then just keep going. I sometimes hope they will turn into the flying multi-generation party on a cloud from the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Universe series.) on the LES
THEN YOU ARE WASTING THE END OF A PERFECTLY AMAZING/TERRIBLE/BORING/ETC DECADE.
Either way, there will be love, tears, a lot of booze, shouting, making out, and inevitably, a bloody guy or three, and no one else brings it like we do.