New Year, Same Old Situation…

There I was, standing in the middle of a decent, ground-floor apartment, wearing nothing but boxers and a beater, watching a topless girl grind up pills into rails on an old CD case with a spoon so she could stay awake long enough to pick up her kid from the babysitter.  Now, do I have your attention?

It’s been just over two months since New Year’s Eve, so I guess you could say I’m ready to talk about it.  Who am I kidding?  I was ready to talk about it the next day, which happened to start at the crack of 4:00pm.  How do I get myself into these situations, you ask?  In the words of Kurt Cobain “I think I’m dumb, maybe just happy”.  Fitting, hey?  I’m pretty good at my job, and I’m critical enough that I can build a decent looking car, but past that, I’m a train wreck.  I tend to make terrible decisions, but I always laugh them off as a great story and carry on to the next one.  In a social setting, I like people, period.  In a retail work setting, people can be quite exhausting, but out and about, from a third-party view, they’re fascinating.  Drunk people are even better!

It started at the wrong bar, and it started way too early.  7:00pm at O’Hanlon’s, which is NOT the place to be on New Year’s Eve.  Luckily, a pub crawl came through and took us to our rightful place downtown: Dewdney,  the holy land of bad decisions!  Habano’s was the venue, as usual, and once again things got a little foggy that night.  Two Northsiders, a Sinner, a handful of Burkeville guys, and maybe some others that I can’t remember?  I don’t know. Regardless, at about 2:00am, we got separated, and I ended up in a car headed to a house party with a bunch of total strangers, and one guy who seemed to remember partying with me way back when.

The house was really nice, and really new, which is unusual compared to where I usually end up.  There was not one dead Camaro on the lawn, and not a primered Chevy S10 in sight.  What wasn’t unusual, however, is the fact that the guy who owned the place had lost his keys, and had to bust his own door down.  As anyone who’s hung out with me knows, this isn’t the first time the afterparty started with a B&E.  Once inside, standard protocol took place, and the people I was with appeared in the pictures on the refrigerator door, so everything was legal.  I think we drank vodka and cranberry juice?  Maybe some wine?  Doesn’t matter…

Fast-forward a couple of hours, and five or six of us headed out to another destination on the opposite side of the city.  Keep in mind that at this time of day, the elderly are getting ready to go to church.  Part of our group, however, were  ready to pull an all-nighter.  In a little apartment in a decent area, three of us sat on the couch watching music videos, playing Cards Against Humanity, and drinking a mixture of homemade wine and warm Bud Light.  The girls were doing “bumps”, which consisted of something they crushed on the back half of a CD-R case, cut into rails with a broken debit card, and put up their noses with part of an old BIC pen.  I neither support nor condemn drug use, but if you’re going to do something, do it right.  I outlasted both of them on my usual mixture of caffeine, alcohol, creatine,and pre-workout.  Seriously?  I had ten years on the pair of them, and still…  Kids nowadays…

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