...deciding that going out would be a whole hell of a lot better than watching either Carson Daly or Ryan Seacrest's respective rockin' New Year's Eves, even with the comfort of vodka, orange and cranberry juice experimentation.
...skinny jeans and tall black boots.
...rocking out to Santogold, while driving all the way to St. Paul. The latter of which had also made me hesitate about going out. Why do my friends have to party in areas of the Cities inaccessible to me by via mass transit/pedestrianism?
...the bouncer neglecting to charge me a cover, and insisting on escorting me to Samantha, who told me he'd been hitting on her.
...a Redbull vodka, three Jello shots, and three glasses of champagne. When I arrived, Darin asked me what drink I wanted, and then Samantha. "Jag bomb" she says, and then explains to me, in answer to my guffaw, "I've had three Jello shots and two Long Islands, and I don't feel drunk at all!" Yeah right.
...an Irish band who had Irish accents. I remain unconvinced as to the authenticity of the accents. It took a little while, but eventually they had me bouncing in my seat and kicking my crossed legs to the beat.
...three pictures with Samantha before my camera battery dies for good. Dammit! Had to take crappy pictures on my camera phone the rest of the night. It's not typical for me to be so ill-prepared, but an indicator of my earlier ambivalence in regard to partying. *sigh*
...freebies from the bar: a "Happy New Years!" hat, noisemaker (which made noise for an entire hour), beaded necklaces and several bottles of champange on our table.
...Darin showing me swing dance steps.
...feeling misty over Auld Lang Syne and planting a champagne kiss on Samantha's cheek, hugs from Steve, Molly and Darin.
...the Irish band joyfully playing a series of covers: "Sweet Caroline," "Peggy Sue," and Simon and Garfunkle song...
...dying in response to Molly filling her entire pint glass with champagne.
...HAMMERSCHLAGEN!
...slapping a "Get Nailed! Play Hammerschlagen!" sticker on my upper arm. Later in the bathroom, I will receive a drunken lecture from a woman convinced that it should be "Got Nailed!" The woman coming out of a stall after her completely disagrees. I am unconcerned as to which is the snappier marketing choice.
...listening to the Hammerschlagen official speak ONLY IN DOUBLE ENTENDRE. As Hammerschalgen consists of hammering giant nails into a huge tree stump, the activity is ripe with euphemistic opportunities.
...Darin teaching me how to waltz.
...my friends deciding at 1 AM that they were going to call a cab. Already! I switched parties a half an hour later, meeting others at Schlomann's house in South Minneapolis.
...moving my a** while losing magnificently to Joey at Guitar Hero. I discovered that GH is so much fun, that I didn't care about losing for once, not at all.
...destroying some of the remainder of the spread: sloppy joes, bean and cheese dip, blue cheese-stuff olives.
...blowing it up.
...deciding around 3:30 that I was exhausted, doling out some New Year's hugs and pats, and leaving for home.
...receiving a Happy New Years international phone call at 4:45 AM, which was just fine, considering I'd just crawled into bed.
...a good night.
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Ahem...I only had one Jello shot by the time you got there. And three by the time we were waiting for the cab. : p
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