happy new year's, everyone!

[sabotabby]

With a few minor plot twists, the last night of the year went pretty well. There were only five of us at the vigil, and everyone was pretty wretchedly depressed. We grabbed dinner, headed down to McVeigh's, and proceeded to get supremely wasted on $3.75 Guinness pints. I was with a somewhat different contingent of folks than I expected, but my requirements for a great New Year's were fulfilled: I was surrounded by friends and drunk enough to not reflect too hard upon the failures and disappointments of the past year.

11:55 found me up by the stage with a gaggle of rowdies, pint in the air, having a sing-a-long to "Fields of Athenrye". I think I might have been dancing. Fortunately, my tendency to embarrass myself was completely overshadowed by S. drunkenly hitting on anything with a pulse. McVeigh's got a special dispensation to serve drinks until 3, and after that we staggered around the club district, making unfortunate remarks about the Ayatollah Khomeini and trying to get to Chinatown. (For you non-Hogtowners: Getting to Chinatown from Queen East is pretty easy when you're sober. When you're trying to control six drunks while navigating crowds of young urban bourgeoisie spilling into the streets, it's significantly harder to manage.)

I guess we found a restaurant that was open at 4 AM, because my tongue is all burnt and I have a vague memory of live crabs scuttling around. Oh, and D.'s fortune cookie being about how "the first and last love is self-love". He concluded that he was doomed for the rest of the year. I made it home at about 5 and promptly passed out with the kitty.

The evening in numbers:

Number of boys: 7
Number of girls: 1 (me)
Number of times I insisted that I was going home alone no matter what because the only man I needed was my kitty: Too many to count
Pints consumed: 6
Number of times I confused D.'s gross Guinness/whisky mix with my own pint and accidentally drank it: 2
Glasses smashed due to overly enthusiastic response to the music: 1
Arrests witnessed: 0.5 (it was related to me a few minutes after the fact; I saw the cop cars but not the arrest itself)
Bizarre and/or amusing secrets revealed through excessive drinking: at least 3

May this year be better than the last.

Comments

[marinwood.livejournal.com]

overshadowed by S. drunkenly hitting on anything with a pulse

I intially misread this as "anything with a purse."

Number of times I confused D.'s gross Guinness/whisky mix with my own pint and accidentally drank it: 2

That's sort of like my last night drink miscue: I accidently picked up my pal's glass of shandy (ale & lemonade, why o why?) and had a swig. Gug. But I didn't do it twice!

love the icon

[sabotabby]

The problem is, Guinness with a shot of whiskey in it looks a great deal like Guinness without a shot of whiskey in it. And my friend was sitting next to me, so it was difficult to establish whose glass was whose.

Shandy sounds immensely disgusting. I'll have to try that sometime.

love your icon too...

[marinwood.livejournal.com]

but then who doesn't love a Gashlycrumb Tinies quote?

Shandy sounds immensely disgusting. I'll have to try that sometime

It's an English-type potable. Make sure you drink it lukewarm for maximum disgustability!

Re: love your icon too...

[sabotabby]

It's from The Allure of Gorey (click on Photography, then Gorey). She only photographed half of the book, but it's still pretty spectacular.

Mmm...anything lukewarm is bound to be fun. I need to try this out at the next party.

[fannishnonsense]

Why in the world would someone ruin perfectly good Guinness by putting whisky in it?

[sabotabby]

Because someone is actually more of a sodding drunkard than I am.

[fannishnonsense]

Well, I guess it would get you drunk faster, but it must taste awful. Why not just do shots?

[sabotabby]

You'd think. It may have been a macho posturing thing -- I was too drunk to tell.

[bike4fish.livejournal.com]

Once they get to the macho-posturing point, well, it's pretty much just posturing.