December 31 was a bit on the suck side of things.
2009: So far, so good.
Things brightened up in the evening. I went to a small party at the home of a playwright friend and her husband and their four cats. We played Ex Libris. We all were writers, so the wit overflowed. Everyone was lovely, and very interested in how I was finding NY, seeing as I just moved here. I of course had anecdotes galore--the attempted mugging, the Pantsless Wonder.
Turns out everyone here reads The New Yorker, so whenever there was a conversational lull, someone would pipe up with a contribution from TNY and we'd all chime in with our opinion.
I kept the fact that I thought this was hilarious to myself.
At 11:38pm I got a text from a friend who, as it turns out, was exactly 10 blocks away, and they could see the ball in Times Square from the balcony. So I hightailed it over and got there literally in time to be introduced to everyone a split-second before the ball EXPLODED. It was pretty phenomenal, though seen from afar.
We then proceeded to play a decidedly less mature round of games, including Truth or Dare and Never Have I Ever. All the questions involved sex, and there was a crank call to an escort service to boot. Probably one of the best crank calls I've ever been witness to, as a matter of fact.
I'm not much of a drinker, but I had beer, champagne, and vodka as the night progressed.
Rounded out the night with a trip to a private party at the Upright Citizens Brigade, and then breakfast at a diner.
My cabbie would not take me all the way home, which I'm pretty sure is illegal. I guess he's afraid he'll get mugged. Pansy.
I slept in today until 4:21pm. Yum.
i'm a white writer. in new york. original, no? i've been blogging since october 2002. this blog picks up in october 2008, when i moved from DC to NY...(and then I moved to Maine in 2012)