The Ghost of New Years Past
So suffice it to say that I’ve had bad luck with New Year’s. This year isn’t shaping up to be much different, so let’s stroll down memory lane for a sec and recount the past few:
2000/1: Total god-damn joke. Tried to go downtown but ended up stuck on a train for an hour, spent another hour trying to find a restaurant that wasn’t completely full, then spent another hour trying to get back on a train back to our car.
1999/2000: Actually not too bad.. went to a giant house-party with 808 and smoked my last pack of cigarettes, watched in non-surprise as the world did not in fact end as some had hoped.
1998/1999: Boringly ended up at Wolfgang Puck’s and listened to the morons on the radio count down Denver’s own midnight ball. This adventure led us to believe in 2 years that downtown would again be empty.
1997/1998: Watched ‘Bottlerocket’ while my friend got coked-up beyond belief in the other room and cried to herself all night. Drank one terrible Sam Adams and went home.
1996/1997: High-school age kids who weren’t invited to their friends’ alcohol-fueled shindig have a hard time on New Years. Ended up at fucking Old Chicago (we were starving) and got a flat tire on the way home. Saw ‘Mars Attacks’ and drank wine-coolers with an enthusiasm only an 18-year old can.
1995/1996: Got ditched by my in-three-years-to-be wife’s sister whom I was ‘dating’ at the time and fell asleep at 10:30.
So not to turn this into a loser-fest type thing, I’ll stop there, my junior year in high-school. Here’s to hoping this year turns out slightly better.