Jan 01, 2007 05:31
Happy New Year! I am not, in fact, drunk. I am in Catonsville, where I celebrated the new year in a 7-11 with my best friend, her little brother, her little brother's girlfriend, and the girl who was working the overnight shift there. I was seized and kissed passionately on the eyeball in celebration. Then we broke out a CD of whale songs, put it on the stereo and partied. We called people at four in the morning and said nothing, but put the whales on the line. Multiple times.
These whales, just for your reference, sound approximately like two old men having sex. With a piglet. Or possibly a teapot. We are thinking of starting a humpback whale tribute band, where we will all get up on stage and make vaguely obscene noises like "SNOOOOOONK" and "hee-youp!" into microphones until we are spontaneously executed.
Customers came in. Extremely drunk customers. We had deep, meaningful conversations (no, seriously. I think one of them was about the joys of having children). We pretended there weren't hilarious noises coming out of the stereo, and undermined people's faith in their senses. 7-11 coffee is free on New Year's, to support the local drunk driving population, and we abused it horribly. My new year's resolution is now to NEVER SLEEP EVER.
And that was my new year's in a 7-11. It was fantastic.
Edited to add that only now have we realized that our last act in 2006 was to cackle hysterically about balls dropping. I think it is most appropriate.