I was never so happy to see a set of 365-days-plus-one-extra-annoying-second to be over in my life! What a crap-tastic epoch that was. Funny thing is though, I started out 2009 an awfully lot like I started 365-days-plus-one second ago…
Same date. Same drug(s). Same parties. Except this time around, he was dressed more festively, the drug(s) was(ere) better, and the parties were way more fun (VIP sooo rules! — thanks, Art!). Also, there were even more parties this time, which did mean more people, but most of them were remarqueably good-looking (oh, and remarks were made) — not to mention super cool and friendly — so my usual misanthropy was completely conquered for the duration (35 hours in a row without sleeping, in case you are wondering). (I know!)
There was at least one cute boy in a kilt. There was dancing. There was a girl with the prettiest pigtails ever. There was a truly serendipitous SRC element. There were dimples galore. There was an x-rated field-trip (which I may have actually advocated this year). There was a scar show-and-tell (guess who won?!?). There was gratuitous rooftop-dragging. There was the sunrise.
There was the hilarious “resolution” revolving around a gamine, a rake, his hammock, and her bathrobe. (Did I mention the part where I walked 10 SOMA blocks in 3 1/2- inch spike heels?) And the whole time (all 35 hours), I was just sooo happy that it was a New Year…
I know some of you are wondering what this year’s motto is (as we fondly recall the hilarity that ensued after “Bigger Bitch in ‘06″ was declared), so I won’t keep you waiting:
MORE DIVINE IN ‘09!
I’m not entirely sure what this means, but I think it will include more yoga, more motor bike rides, and certainly watching more sunrises — they are such a gorgeous way to start a day, after all…
And so, a special thank-you to everyone with whom I celebrated the beginning of 2009 (in person, and in spirit). There’s a grin on my face, a gleam in my eye, and a glint of something sparkly fixin’ to happen this year. Hold onto your hats, and feathers, and masks (& flasks!) — and come out and let’s have some drinks, shall we?
January 8, 2009 at 5:15 pm
Not only was the boy in the kilt cute but he had a very special name didn’t he?
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January 9, 2009 at 1:25 am
Well, he definitely had a name, which I promptly forgot, and felt badly about, as I regularly do because I am terrible with names. But then I did figure out a special way to remember his name which greatly amused us all evening whenever our paths crossed.
Now that I think about it, getting better at remembering names would be a pretty good resolution for the new year. (I’ve at least got a better shot at keeping it than that other one.) Eight whole days later, I still recall the names of a lot of folks I met that night…who-hoo — I’m on a roll!
Yet even if I falter in my resolve to improve my name retention skills, I am quite sure that I will not be forgetting the memorable name of the cute boy in the kilt, mnemonic device or no.