New Year's Eve tale
Ohhhh indeed I have a fabulous tale for you all about my New Year's Eve. And you are probably all expecting a nice drunken tale... but, alas, there was no drunkeness even involved!! Well, on my part anyway. Okay, so here is the story, from beginning to end... which is basically the semi-interesting stuff to the REALLY interesting stuff.
Okay, so start off getting ready with Sarah and her friend Mel. All was good... we all looked pretty and stuff and were quite excited. Set out a little later than we had wanted, but whatever. We were meeting up with these two guys, though... one of which is a guy Mel is interested in, the other is his friend. Yeah, they are both definitely in their 30's and definitely out of place with a bunch of 22 year olds. More on that later. Anyway, so we set off to the hotel where these guys were staying and let me tell you that going through any of the midtown area in NYC during New Year's Eve is HELLISH. Actually, Ian had a worse experience than I did in that department... but if you want to know that story, ask me or my mom or something haha. Anyway... basically everything is blocked off and you have to go all the way around and out of the way just to get across the street. At one point I felt like I was in some kind of prison camp or something... they were marching us across the street and all the cops had their flashlights out, and we had to open up our coats and bags and all that stuff. It was crazy. Okay... maybe it wasn't QUITE like a prison camp, but you get what I mean.
Anyway, so we meet up with these two guys... and they are in their 30's and creeeepy and one of them was all touchy feely with us and I was like "get off of me!" and I was just aggravated at that. They were gross and I didn't know they were coming until last night and I really didn't wanna be hanging out with these creepy older men who were probably going to try to hit on me and Sarah and stuff, when I was already going to be molested and harassed in the city anyway. Plus I didn't want guys like that around... not conducive to meeting boys MY age.
Back to the story... so we actually catch a cab to the club I spent all that money for a ticket for. And we get there and it is PACKED. Before we even get in, we are kind of stuck at the doorway because it is so packed and no one is moving. And some girl is like "you don't wanna go in there anyway". And we asked why and she goes "because it is SO packed that you can't move anywhere and because they only have one bar, so it took me an hour to get ONE drink." Oh, my. I spent $150 for this? Well, obviously we weren't gonna stop there, so we shoved our way inside and down to the coat check. That was an ordeal because they apparantly couldn't accomodate everyone there and there wasn't enough room in the coat check for our coats. So we had to stand there and wait for people to come and get their coats before we could even check ours. Ridiculous.
So then we head upstairs to the bar... where, yes, we waited 45 minutes to get our first drink. Also, side note, standing next to us were a couple of people that I knew from high school. Not that I was friends with, but they were in my grade. I found that odd that they happened to be at that particular bar and even in that huge crowd, they still somehow ended up next to me. Weird. Anyway, so we waited for 45 minutes... not having ANY fun just to get one lousy drink. Mostly I was watching people be ridiculously-out-of-control-not-even-in-a-fun-way wasted. When we got our drinks, it was like quarter to midnight and we pushed our way to the dance floor. The dance floor where I felt as though I was in a mosh pit... being pushed and shoved in every direction from people coming and going. We found a spot that was a little less crowded and hung out for a little bit until midnight, where we were actually like "happy, fun, YAY NEW YEAR'S" for another like 10 minutes of the night. So, it was basically about 1/2 hour of fun for the whole night.
I'm still not drunk because I've only had one drink, and I just started up on my second drink when some idiot drops their glass. And that glass shatters. And where do the pieces shatter to? Yes, that is correct: my legs. Actually, Sarah's leg too. Well, I started flipping out because I've just been cut by glass and I feel trapped and I know I need to get out and at least stop the bleeding, and hopefully check to see if there are any glass pieces in my legs. And they are bleeding pretty bad. And Sarah is bleeding pretty bad. She's much calmer than me, though, but I'm really glad I freaked out. I was getting pissed because I felt like no one was listening to me and one of the douche bag guys that was with us was like "no, we're not going anywhere" and the other molester guy wasn't even there, and he had our coat check tickets. So I just felt really trapped. I'm, like, crying and I just get really mad and push my way off the dance floor... literally pushing people out of my way, and we find a spot that actually has no one in it so that hopefully we can check out the situation. I can barely walk because my shoes are filling up with blood and they are so slippery that it makes it impossible to walk (it was strange, at that point in time I kept thinking about that part in Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion when Romy is at that club and lies to the guy saying that she was cut by a piece of glass and her shoe is filling up with blood and then she limps away... except the funny thing was that it was REALLY happening to me!). Anyway, I'm just really flipping out. And Sarah is kind of pissing me off because she's just like "I'm cut, I need to go home" when I knew that I needed to check first for shards of glass.
Some guy that worked there passed by and found out what was going on and ran to get some paper towels and some bandages. I take off my shoes and they are COVERED in blood and my legs look pretty bad. I'm still crying. And despite the fact that I wasn't even drunk (though at that point I was really glad about that) I felt SO disoriented so it was just really weird. Anyway, I'm whiping off my shoes and the owner and the lady that runs the joint came over and see what's going on and they are trying to figure out what to do... they take me up into their offices upstairs (I felt so VIP) and they take me to the bathroom, where there is a small shower so that I can rinse off some of the blood on my feet. Then they whip out the first aid kit and start putting pressure on the wounds to stop the bleeding and applying iodine to prevent infection. And they look at the cuts and they're like "uhhh you need stitches". And so now I'm freaking out cuz I might have glass in my legs and I actually have to go to the hospital NOW to get stitches put in my foot and leg. For something I didn't even do!
Poor Sarah was kind of ignored during all this... cuz I was the one making the big deal and she was ready to just go home and deal with it herself. Anyway, so the owner and the other lady give us directions to get to the nearest hospital (literally right around the corner, so we walked because taking a cab would be pointless) and they give us these VIP passes and are like "come back and show these cards and we'll hook you up" which was really nice and I will DEFINITELY take them up on that. And then they escort us out and we leave Mel and the two guys cuz one of them is still inside and I just didn't care to wait for them. So it was just me and Sarah going to the hospital. Sooo we go there and actually none of it took very long. But it was depressing watching people come in on stretchers and we saw some guy with a bloody bandage around his head pass out at the front desk. He had come in JUST after me and Sarah goes "sorry, Becca... but I think you just got cut". Yeah, I didn't mind that too much. Fortunately at this point I was no longer in hysterics and I was kind of getting a big kick out of how ridiculous this all was. So, being me, I took some pics. You will be able to see them on facebook shortly.
Anyway, so we go through the processes... I needed both of my wounds stitched up and I also had to get x-rays to make sure there was nothing broken or torn and that there wasn't any glass in the wounds. While the doctor is checking out the situation, he looks at Sarah's wound and is like "um, you actually need to get stitches too". And she just kind of sigh's and goes to do all the paperwork so she can be my stitches buddy. Haha... she even had her's in the same spot as one of mine... we were like twins. It was crazy. Well, it was kind of funny at some points because there were obviously a lot of drunk people in there throwing up and having bashed heads and stuff from being so drunk. "Waaaah, I NEVER throw up from drinking" "I just want some tequila shots" were a few of the gems I heard.
Well, I got a lovely tetnis shot and some stitches and then I was off. And, sooo fortunately for us, it was raining out. So I had to walk through the rain in these damn shoes that killed with fresh stitches and bandages. We got back to Sarah's apt. at like 3:30 or 4am. Which, actually, meant we hadn't spent that long in the emergency room. Not bad at all. And now I have a fun story for all.
You see why my New Year's Eve beat yours? Because I spent $150 for one drink in the middle of a mosh pit and to have some asshole cut up my legs and feet. Fun stuff. I just kind of find it unfair... I mean, at least if I was really drunk and being stupid, I could see spending the night in the emergency room. At least then I would be like I deserved it. But I just STOOD there and wasn't even drunk and was already having a pretty miserable time and just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. And whoever spilled the glass got off scott free and probably had a fab time, where I spent my night at the hospital and will be paying a bit of money for hospital bills.
Oy. Anyway, so now I am not allowed to do anything for the next two days except lie around with my feet elevated. Which I don't mind, but that means I have to miss work. I actually had to go to the emergency room here today because I thought one of my wounds was infected. They said it wasn't, but my whole foot hurts and I can't walk. They said it's even possible that I fractured a bone. Awesome. But I have to watch it closely to make sure it doesn't get infected. Blaaah so now I have to get a day off from work and hope that I can spend the next week doing stuff downstairs in the stock room, hopefully sitting with my foot elevated. And also showering will be hard cuz I'm really not supposed to get my cuts wet. On the upside, the people at the Norwalk hospital were super nice and the nurse guy who was wrapping me up was really cute and so funny and friendly and I felt dumb and I looked like shit, but he was still cute haha and had my mom not been there, I woulda been flirting with him SO much more.
Anyway, that is my story and it's been fuuuuun times. New Year's 2007... I will never forget it. Also, hopefully this isn't a foreshadowing for the year to come... maybe this is all the shit getting over with asap so that this year can be awesome. We will see. I think my New Year's resolution will be to not let the rest of this year be as bad as last night.
Well, at least I can have a good sense of humor about it all. Oh, boy.
Until later, my friends!
Okay, so start off getting ready with Sarah and her friend Mel. All was good... we all looked pretty and stuff and were quite excited. Set out a little later than we had wanted, but whatever. We were meeting up with these two guys, though... one of which is a guy Mel is interested in, the other is his friend. Yeah, they are both definitely in their 30's and definitely out of place with a bunch of 22 year olds. More on that later. Anyway, so we set off to the hotel where these guys were staying and let me tell you that going through any of the midtown area in NYC during New Year's Eve is HELLISH. Actually, Ian had a worse experience than I did in that department... but if you want to know that story, ask me or my mom or something haha. Anyway... basically everything is blocked off and you have to go all the way around and out of the way just to get across the street. At one point I felt like I was in some kind of prison camp or something... they were marching us across the street and all the cops had their flashlights out, and we had to open up our coats and bags and all that stuff. It was crazy. Okay... maybe it wasn't QUITE like a prison camp, but you get what I mean.
Anyway, so we meet up with these two guys... and they are in their 30's and creeeepy and one of them was all touchy feely with us and I was like "get off of me!" and I was just aggravated at that. They were gross and I didn't know they were coming until last night and I really didn't wanna be hanging out with these creepy older men who were probably going to try to hit on me and Sarah and stuff, when I was already going to be molested and harassed in the city anyway. Plus I didn't want guys like that around... not conducive to meeting boys MY age.
Back to the story... so we actually catch a cab to the club I spent all that money for a ticket for. And we get there and it is PACKED. Before we even get in, we are kind of stuck at the doorway because it is so packed and no one is moving. And some girl is like "you don't wanna go in there anyway". And we asked why and she goes "because it is SO packed that you can't move anywhere and because they only have one bar, so it took me an hour to get ONE drink." Oh, my. I spent $150 for this? Well, obviously we weren't gonna stop there, so we shoved our way inside and down to the coat check. That was an ordeal because they apparantly couldn't accomodate everyone there and there wasn't enough room in the coat check for our coats. So we had to stand there and wait for people to come and get their coats before we could even check ours. Ridiculous.
So then we head upstairs to the bar... where, yes, we waited 45 minutes to get our first drink. Also, side note, standing next to us were a couple of people that I knew from high school. Not that I was friends with, but they were in my grade. I found that odd that they happened to be at that particular bar and even in that huge crowd, they still somehow ended up next to me. Weird. Anyway, so we waited for 45 minutes... not having ANY fun just to get one lousy drink. Mostly I was watching people be ridiculously-out-of-control-not-even-in-a-fun-way wasted. When we got our drinks, it was like quarter to midnight and we pushed our way to the dance floor. The dance floor where I felt as though I was in a mosh pit... being pushed and shoved in every direction from people coming and going. We found a spot that was a little less crowded and hung out for a little bit until midnight, where we were actually like "happy, fun, YAY NEW YEAR'S" for another like 10 minutes of the night. So, it was basically about 1/2 hour of fun for the whole night.
I'm still not drunk because I've only had one drink, and I just started up on my second drink when some idiot drops their glass. And that glass shatters. And where do the pieces shatter to? Yes, that is correct: my legs. Actually, Sarah's leg too. Well, I started flipping out because I've just been cut by glass and I feel trapped and I know I need to get out and at least stop the bleeding, and hopefully check to see if there are any glass pieces in my legs. And they are bleeding pretty bad. And Sarah is bleeding pretty bad. She's much calmer than me, though, but I'm really glad I freaked out. I was getting pissed because I felt like no one was listening to me and one of the douche bag guys that was with us was like "no, we're not going anywhere" and the other molester guy wasn't even there, and he had our coat check tickets. So I just felt really trapped. I'm, like, crying and I just get really mad and push my way off the dance floor... literally pushing people out of my way, and we find a spot that actually has no one in it so that hopefully we can check out the situation. I can barely walk because my shoes are filling up with blood and they are so slippery that it makes it impossible to walk (it was strange, at that point in time I kept thinking about that part in Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion when Romy is at that club and lies to the guy saying that she was cut by a piece of glass and her shoe is filling up with blood and then she limps away... except the funny thing was that it was REALLY happening to me!). Anyway, I'm just really flipping out. And Sarah is kind of pissing me off because she's just like "I'm cut, I need to go home" when I knew that I needed to check first for shards of glass.
Some guy that worked there passed by and found out what was going on and ran to get some paper towels and some bandages. I take off my shoes and they are COVERED in blood and my legs look pretty bad. I'm still crying. And despite the fact that I wasn't even drunk (though at that point I was really glad about that) I felt SO disoriented so it was just really weird. Anyway, I'm whiping off my shoes and the owner and the lady that runs the joint came over and see what's going on and they are trying to figure out what to do... they take me up into their offices upstairs (I felt so VIP) and they take me to the bathroom, where there is a small shower so that I can rinse off some of the blood on my feet. Then they whip out the first aid kit and start putting pressure on the wounds to stop the bleeding and applying iodine to prevent infection. And they look at the cuts and they're like "uhhh you need stitches". And so now I'm freaking out cuz I might have glass in my legs and I actually have to go to the hospital NOW to get stitches put in my foot and leg. For something I didn't even do!
Poor Sarah was kind of ignored during all this... cuz I was the one making the big deal and she was ready to just go home and deal with it herself. Anyway, so the owner and the other lady give us directions to get to the nearest hospital (literally right around the corner, so we walked because taking a cab would be pointless) and they give us these VIP passes and are like "come back and show these cards and we'll hook you up" which was really nice and I will DEFINITELY take them up on that. And then they escort us out and we leave Mel and the two guys cuz one of them is still inside and I just didn't care to wait for them. So it was just me and Sarah going to the hospital. Sooo we go there and actually none of it took very long. But it was depressing watching people come in on stretchers and we saw some guy with a bloody bandage around his head pass out at the front desk. He had come in JUST after me and Sarah goes "sorry, Becca... but I think you just got cut". Yeah, I didn't mind that too much. Fortunately at this point I was no longer in hysterics and I was kind of getting a big kick out of how ridiculous this all was. So, being me, I took some pics. You will be able to see them on facebook shortly.
Anyway, so we go through the processes... I needed both of my wounds stitched up and I also had to get x-rays to make sure there was nothing broken or torn and that there wasn't any glass in the wounds. While the doctor is checking out the situation, he looks at Sarah's wound and is like "um, you actually need to get stitches too". And she just kind of sigh's and goes to do all the paperwork so she can be my stitches buddy. Haha... she even had her's in the same spot as one of mine... we were like twins. It was crazy. Well, it was kind of funny at some points because there were obviously a lot of drunk people in there throwing up and having bashed heads and stuff from being so drunk. "Waaaah, I NEVER throw up from drinking" "I just want some tequila shots" were a few of the gems I heard.
Well, I got a lovely tetnis shot and some stitches and then I was off. And, sooo fortunately for us, it was raining out. So I had to walk through the rain in these damn shoes that killed with fresh stitches and bandages. We got back to Sarah's apt. at like 3:30 or 4am. Which, actually, meant we hadn't spent that long in the emergency room. Not bad at all. And now I have a fun story for all.
You see why my New Year's Eve beat yours? Because I spent $150 for one drink in the middle of a mosh pit and to have some asshole cut up my legs and feet. Fun stuff. I just kind of find it unfair... I mean, at least if I was really drunk and being stupid, I could see spending the night in the emergency room. At least then I would be like I deserved it. But I just STOOD there and wasn't even drunk and was already having a pretty miserable time and just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. And whoever spilled the glass got off scott free and probably had a fab time, where I spent my night at the hospital and will be paying a bit of money for hospital bills.
Oy. Anyway, so now I am not allowed to do anything for the next two days except lie around with my feet elevated. Which I don't mind, but that means I have to miss work. I actually had to go to the emergency room here today because I thought one of my wounds was infected. They said it wasn't, but my whole foot hurts and I can't walk. They said it's even possible that I fractured a bone. Awesome. But I have to watch it closely to make sure it doesn't get infected. Blaaah so now I have to get a day off from work and hope that I can spend the next week doing stuff downstairs in the stock room, hopefully sitting with my foot elevated. And also showering will be hard cuz I'm really not supposed to get my cuts wet. On the upside, the people at the Norwalk hospital were super nice and the nurse guy who was wrapping me up was really cute and so funny and friendly and I felt dumb and I looked like shit, but he was still cute haha and had my mom not been there, I woulda been flirting with him SO much more.
Anyway, that is my story and it's been fuuuuun times. New Year's 2007... I will never forget it. Also, hopefully this isn't a foreshadowing for the year to come... maybe this is all the shit getting over with asap so that this year can be awesome. We will see. I think my New Year's resolution will be to not let the rest of this year be as bad as last night.
Well, at least I can have a good sense of humor about it all. Oh, boy.
Until later, my friends!