finally.
A new Year’s Eve I had fun during.
It started with not doing the theatre’s annual New Year’s Eve show. A tradition that has become predictable and self-indulgent at best. But I think it had a lot to do with the knowledge that we all missed the actual countdown at the party I was at. We started it a good minute late. This one was out of my hands though. I am usually the guy that starts it early just to fuck with people. Then starts it again and again. It’s a game I play where I see how many times I can do it before people stop believing me. Y’know, real mature boy who cried wolf stuff. Rang in the new year with “Where Is My Mind?” by the Pixies. I got to thinking today about how other people rang it in. Songwise that is. I wonder if people are still playing “1999″ and consider it nostalgic or clever. Not that it ever was. How many times did that get overplayed ad nauseum New Years ‘99? The rest of the night was filled with the 3 D’s – Drinking, DJing, and Dancing. I set up a little DJ booth / Lounge. Had all my shit up there. Had brought a bottle of Vodka and put it with all my stuff. Throughout the night, this guy kept coming up and taking the bottle and pouring himself a drink. Which I could understand if you found a bottle on some table, but I mean the bottle was with all my shit. It was very obviously mine. And very obvious to this guy that he didn’t know me. But I got a kick out of it. One of the times he helped himself we were all watching him do it and after he poured his drink he looked over at us and with a smile he lifted his new drink and said Happy New Year as if this was the cureall for any overtly selfish assholish act.
So my New Year’s Resolution is to start saying Happy New Year whenever I am taking advantage of a situation for my own gain.