About Last Night
It could have been yet another over-priced, pedestrian, poorly executed affair filled with rude, puking drunk boys and their equally classless glassy-eyed bottle-blond dates. However, amidst the rabble of the hoi polloi, there were some wonderful moments that redeemed the celebration of NYE 2005.Beautiful Zes with her perfect coif and fetching black dress. Sweet, funny Serendia sprinting down the block in silk and high heels to score a taxicab for us. The enchanting, elegant sisters from Ecuador who made me dance, laugh, and forget myself. The down to earth sincerity of Caryn and Dave. The smiling, bespectacled Indian computer consultant who grabbed my hand and starting dancing. And, lest I forget, a hot breakfast at 3 am under a pink disco ball in a 24-hour Boystown diner.
Yes, it was cold, finding an empty cab was nigh impossible, and there were way too many over-served louts, but I will never forget the best of last night.
Syndicate Me!
2 Comments:
What were you doing up at 8? Heck, what am I doing up at 1:30...so wrong...
I get up early. It's incurable. That doesn't mean I didn't pop a couple of pain killers and slide my butt right back into bed post blog, however.
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