Tails of a 17th Street Geisha

Every year my new year’s sucks. Last year was a debacle with a straight girl, a gay guy and me (who was at the time rebounding off a bad relationship and purposefully asexual and uninterested) vying for the night’s agenda.

We’re in New York, it’s 10pm. We’re still in my friend’s apartment (who is out of town or else we would have a clue as to what to do). So did I mention we’re in our friend’s apartment in New York CITY at 10pm on New Year’s in the upper east side? How the FUCK were we going to get anywhere in time for a good party? and where would we go?

What do you want to do?   -me
I don’t care as long as I get to kiss a straight boy! -Roz (straight girl)
I don’t care as long as I’m in a gay bar and get to go home with someone. -paul
I just want to see a good dj and Jr. Sanchez is playing at earth!  -me

NO   -Roz and Paul, because it was $75 a pop

we head off to Times Square like IDIOTS. who’s idea was that? you had to be there at noon to get a good spot.

We get there on some side street, I sneak us into 2 layers of the 3 intense, post-9-11 layers of security on charm and fast-wit, but the third, last layer wasn’t happening for me to finagle me and 2 others in.

We head to a gay bar to roz’s chagrin. We all had a horrible time. I could go into more detail but all three of us spend more money than we expected, spent at least an hour indecisively talking about what we’re going to do and then not doing it, and head home completely unsatisfied. Paul goes home with someone but his night is not fun (as he recounted the morning after). Roz and I head home and some guy hits on us as we walk out of a late night pizza shop. I’m too cold to notice so Roz follows my hastening footsteps and scolds me at the apt for not seeing them (instead of screaming at me to stop.) I foil her last attempt at some hetero-kiss that she sought in the new year’s.

While that was last year’s new years, that’s a mild example of a bad new years.
The year before, Paul and I swore not to drink and then after the midnight count-down drank a bottle of champagne each (how did they find their way into his apartment) and then we drank until 7am and I was dancing in the streets to Outkast’s Hey Ya ringtone on my cell phone like an idiot. Was that the year before last?

Why am I talking about all of this in such detail?

I don’t know if I’m conveying how bad my new year’s sucked, but I hope to end this streak this year. It’s 2006. It was a pretty bad year overall. My dear sister Susan died, another sister had family drama and I had to adopt my neice for 3 of the most trying and stressful months of my life (they were fun, but I took on far too much for a singleton) I had started the year kicking a bad boyfriend to the curb, messing around with some choice losers in the begining of it, dealing with my sister’s unexpected and very swift cancer… dating someone who was very indecisive about his feelings for me and then adopting a 14 year old girl and relocating to the suburbs within a week of knowing that I would have her. and then spending the ENTIRE MONTH OF DECEMBER SICK and literally TIRED.

For FUCK’s SAKE!

I’m through with 2006!!! I am spending time in Austin with a wonderful person and hopefully having a very peaceful and uneventful new year’s in doors.

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