Sunday, January 01, 2006
Happy New Year!
I drew a little New Year's baby...
...maybe I'll redraw him in a year as "Old Man 2006".
So I spent my first New Year's in New York. I avoided the tourist-flooded hot spots, like Times Square, Rockefeller Center, etc, in favor for joining a few newfound friends for cocktails at their favorite gay bar, Barracuda. It's quickly becoming my fav drinking hole, as well. It's a Chelsea bar with East Village flavor: non-pretentious, colorful, and a nice mix of types. Little did we know it's not exactly most people's destination for New Year's. Small groups of guys trickled in and out all night, never staying long enough to fill up the bar. But, Jason, Oz, Keith, Jay, and yours truly stayed for the long haul. We refused to club-hop, stubbornly downing drink after drink after drink...after drink...clinked champagne glasses...kissed a stranger...downed a drink...until Jason helped me home in a cab. Immediately, I crouched down in front of my toilet, hugging its cold, smooth, porcelain curves, and praying that I would either throw up or pass out. Instead, I fell asleep on the floor of my bathroom, and awoke sometime in the early morning and moved to my bed.
This morning, I spent the first half of my day recovering from a killer headache. Is it sad that I'll be 30 in February, yet I'm still capable of nights like this? ...naaaaahhhh...Here's to the New Year!!! Bring it'awn!!!