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Well needless to say, NYE was anti-climatic. Every year I promise myself not to get caught up in the hype... and every year without fail I get lost in the thick of it and come out wondering, was that it?
Rewind to Saturday night. Found myself at a phatty loft apartment near the Seaport. Everything was set up for the illest party, everything excpet the crowd. Turns out the guy throwing the party forgot that you need people to make for a gathering. Seriously it was a hawt apartment! The bedroom was behind a secret mirror door and there was an elevator and swing in the living room. Too bad the guy who owned it wasn't too much of a looker with the personality of a plate of cold pasta... or you know I woulda been all over that shit, haha. But alas, it didn't matter b/c there was booze a flowing, random bongo drummers, drag queen go-go dancers and men in kilts but most importantly my friends to kick off a new year. I did end up getting my new year's kiss.. when I totally made out with one of the Scottish boys in the bathroom after throwing back a couple of those champagne filled plastic glasses. It made for an interesting night.
But the night was not yet over.
Still feeling unsatisfied in our fill of debauchery, I dragged H to the Meatpacking District around 3:30am. Bouncing from lounge to club to random bar, we finally made our way into level V into a room full of hot guys to our delight! H had to stop by the bathroom so I went with. We couldn't have been in there for more than 10 mintues... but as soon as we walked out, the lights went up and the music stopped. nooooooooooooo. the party was over. I was so disappointed in the city. The next thirty minutes was spent in frigid weather attempting to hail a cab. What a joke. The closest we got was when a rickshaw-pulling bicycle dude offered to take us home for 25 a head. Whatever!
To make a long story short, we finally found a train stop around 4:30am and public transported our frozen asses home.
Still it was a good time had by most.
And don't you worry kids, the next night definitely redemmed the weekend... when a group of us partied like rockstars at PM. Rockstars I say, filled with your typical table dancing, wall climbing, ass-shaking (& biting I should add) antics.
All in all, my body was in shock when I forced myself to work this morning. But it was worth every minute.
(pics to follow later...)