Happy New Year
Here’s hoping your 2009 goes like my 2008 is ending right now: alone, with no one to play with, cold, and frustrated with your inconsistency and lack of focus. Oh. Wait. That didn’t come out the way I meant it to.
Happy new year, everyone. If you’re running out the clock, here’s a time-wasting question: what are you doing for New Year’s Eve?
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Movie at home, party at the neighbors’, and possibly (but not likely) going to Victory.
Party at home….. I know boring, but much safer than out there with those that don’t know how to call taxis when they should.
Dancing salsa until dawn in the private home of my Colombian family friends the Patinos (whose Colombian restaurant Casa Vieja at Belt Line and Josey in Carrollton is bonafide euphoric pack-on-the-pounds cardiac arrest bliss). They will as last year have a 5 piece band and a dj….and the Patino women and particularly daughter Carolina (who became a citizen last year) and Yolanda (all came from Cali, Colombia 30 years ago) and their Cuban in-laws, dance like helium filled angels in high heels.
When the music begins and they’re your partner, it’s like floor-boarding a 12 cylinder BMW/Mercedes with the top down after winning the lotto. God bless America. And Happy New Year.
Alone? Hire an escort.
No one to play with? Hire an escort.
Cold? Put on a jacket.
Frustrated with your inconsistency? Hire a coach.
Lack of focus? More coffee.
2009: Year of Facial Hair and Abs.
Driving to the Lake. Getting hammered and watching Gordon Keith on Channel 8…in that order. Happy New Year!
Tonight, me and the misses are attending The 15th Annual Losers New Year Party — i.e. basically where us married folks gather, let our kids wear each other out, then we drink cheap wine until falling asleep at 10:30pm-ish.
Tennison Park? I’m so jealous.
First, a slow, but romantic, cruise on the excursion boat, the SS Morning News, on the Trinity River alongside downtown, disembarking at the Trammel Crow Fake Cow Park to walk along the moonlit beach. Then a surry ride to the new Trinity Overlook where, at the stroke of midnight, we take off our gas masks (anybody else catch a whiff of the river Tuesday night?) and kiss by the light reflecting off the water after someone drops a cigarette butt into it and sets its off like a California wildfire on a breezy day. Happy new year, Dallas, you big loveable dope.
We’ll watch the Jayhawks win the Insight Bowl, then head to a party in the Cedars neighborhood.
The hubby and I will grill steaks and drink wine and talk about our goals for the new year.. like DONT TOUCH A CREDIT CARD JANUARY. Boring.. but maybe we’ll watch a movie or two.
I’m copying Spamboy – staying in with the kids. Here’s hoping Netflix delivers something good today!
To quote the great Champ Kind, I prefer to get a couple of ****tails in me and set a few things on fire.
On second thought … maybe just party with some friends.
Seeing The King Bucks at the Barley House. And taking a cab there even though I live five minutes away.
If things go really well, I might even end up doing my Leon Lett dance in the parking lot. Again.
The Lodge.
Drinking a bottle of Jameson, then complaining about a broad array of topics in a manner that seems curmudgeonly and witty to me but is actually grating and embarrassing to my companions.
Buying steaks and a nice bottle of ‘04 Astro Glide, then watching Gordon Keith.
I’m partying like Spamboy and S.E. and neither is my spouse. Looks like we are the trend setters and the rest of you need to get with it.
Playing spades at the neighbors’ house after the kids wear themselves out. Good times. Hope everyone has an Annus Mirabilis.
So I just called Yellow Cab to see if I could schedule a cab for tonight. I was told that they are not doing scheduling today and that I will just have to call when I am ready for my cab. At which time I will inevitably be told that it will be an hour wait.
Hooray! Auld LAME Syne!
If Time Warner takes Spongebob off the air(the annoying scrolling along the bottom of the screen) tonight it might just be the tipping point. There will be no dawn 2009 at my casa. I have already been informed via a 3 year old’s hissy fit.
WHO LIVES IN THE PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA, GODDAMN IT?
A BUNCH OF KIDS UNDER FIVE UNDER MY ROOF THAT’S WHO!
Jeez, Amanda C, seems like you could walk there. Then, at the end of the night, usurp somebody else’s cab, making it clear to the driver that you live only 5 minutes away. When he realizes he can make an extra fare in such a brief time, he’ll agree readily.
although i have a party to go too, I bet I just fall asleep at 8 pm and miss it… just sad.
Friends have just informed me that I’m going to see fireworks. I’ve no idea where. Anybody know? Sounds like a hassle, but I’ll be raving drunk — at once obstreperous, maudlin, preternaturally animated, and self-loathing — so what the hey-ho.
They’re having fireworks at midnight at Victory.
Thanks, mm. That really sounds like a hassle, but if someone else wants to grapple with the logistics, hey, I love fireworks.
Dinner with friends in Kessler Park, I am cooking! Drinking and able to walk home since I am house sitting next door to them.
Looking forward to the texts I will undoubtly get from my friend Allison at the Lodge.
Tell Lana HI!!
And since I will be in the hood, I am just I will hear gunshots right around the midnight hour too. What is up with that tradition??
Happy New Year all and be safe and happy now and always.
Were celebrating New Years the top of every hour 6 at our home with the kids and a bunch of neighbors and their kids. Friends are invited to stop and toast, on their way to their Chi Chi partiess which don’t celebrate until Midnight. Bring on the MILFS. We’re kicking everybody out after New Yorks TV Celebration at 11. At 12;00 we will kickin it to our Ten Year Wedding Anniversary . Happy New Years. Oops gotta go, just missed New Years in Bagdad.
Daniel, you are a genius except for one small fact I did not include. I am one of those girls who wears uncomfortable high heels religiously. Maybe I should put my heels in my purse and do the commuter thing with some sneakers.
I will do my own version of the ball drop: I will set myself on fire and jump headfirst into Doug and Anjel’s unheated pool!
Or I might just drink my single malt until I pass out…