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New Years update

It occurs to me that I've been telling the story of my New Years Eve in various bits and pieces to various friends, but perhaps I might want to jot it down here for posterity.

I rang in the new year by jacking off some random guy in the attic of someone's house. In a room with no door, I might add. I didn't especially want to, but I calculated how much effort it would take to go through the argument that would surely ensue if I said no, and I decided that I'd be back downstairs quicker if I just did it and got it over with. Plus, I was on ecstasy, so I only half-cared.

It all started with that damned midnight kiss. I looked around for someone to kiss and saw this guy. We'd had a conversation earlier, and I figured for the 20 seconds worth of kissing that I was looking for, that was good enough. Well, 20 seconds of kissing (and bad kissing, I might add) led to a trip to the attic, which led to some questionable stains on my jeans. lurpy noticed a stain on my jeans at dinner the next day, and said I should do laundry. I explained that I didn't want to, as I'd done laundry the day before. Before he realized what he was saying, he suggested that maybe I should do a "special load." Ugh ...

I did meet some good people at that first party. There was one person especially ... when we first met, I found him really annoying and didn't think we'd get along well at all, but by the end of the night, I thought he was just the cat's meow. Now I can't wait to talk to him again.

Also, there was a magical little moment on the porch. I was standing on the porch with two smokers, and a man walked by and tried to bum $5 off of us, for a pack of cigarettes. None of us really understood at first that he wanted cigarettes, but when I finally got that, I told him to wait right there. I had had a carton of cigarettes languishing in my freezer ever since I quit two months ago (I had planned on giving them to He Who Shall Remain Nameless, but he never comes around anymore, and anyway, that's another story), and I knew that they were going to be doing a gift exchange at this party, so I brought them with me, figuring surely someone would want them. So I ran inside, grabbed them, and tossed them to this very confused man who, actually, wasn't half as appreciative as I expected him to be. Still, it felt really good to do it.

Anyhow, in the very wee hours on January 1st, I left the first party and headed out to a second party. By the time I arrived there, there were only two other people left awake, one of whom was very drunk and passed out shortly after my arrival. That was fine, because I had a great conversation with the other guy. We went out into the pre-dawn streets ... took an ambling walk to the gas station, and it felt just perfect to me: spending the first morning of the new year seeing this very private vision of Bloomfield, all back alleys and flashing traffic lights, quiet, save for the occasional jogger or dog-walker.

He kept playing with my hair, and playing the ecstasy hand game, lightly tracing his fingers over mine, and it was all very ethereal. We were like fast friends, and I was quite pleased that my evening seemed to be ending much better than it started.

And then, somehow, it was time to go home. I wrote out my phone number and email address for him. He said thanks and left. Harumph. I'm not even sure he said "thanks."

Which is, of course, not a huge crisis, by any stretch. Just another one of those little moments in life ... two steps forward, three steps back. And anyway, after some much needed sleep, I ended up at Milky Way with lurpy, ogling foxy boys (and exchanging email addresses with the foxy Israeli boy who looks just like bishopjoey).


( 15 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 3rd, 2004 02:46 pm (UTC)
Sounds like your new years was better than mine. I'm still trying to kick this cold that makes me misread people's blogs, so I called it an early night and went to bed around 10:30. I slept poorly and woke up 2 hours later, so I watched dumb movies on cable the rest of the night. Piss poor time to get sick. Cold's turning into bronchitis, and I really should make an appointment to see my doctor this week.

Anyway, a happy, healthy and prosperous new year to you, Hope :)

Jan. 3rd, 2004 03:10 pm (UTC)
RE: Hmmmmm.....
Hope, I thought I misread this first, mainly the bit about "jacking off some random bloke" thingy-type thing. And boy, did I laugh! That's a pretty interesting way to start the new year! Beats the pants off my sad dreams and reflections of "not another year of (insert appropriate crap thing)". Cheers, matey!
Jan. 3rd, 2004 04:14 pm (UTC)
Re: Hmmmmm.....
"Beats the pants off"?

Jan. 4th, 2004 01:01 pm (UTC)
Re: Hmmmmm.....
Bad kissing is the worst! Ick.
Jan. 3rd, 2004 05:20 pm (UTC)
Heh. Sounds similar to something I did about 8 Thanksgivings ago. Only it was more than one "random bloke". We all have our "skanky ho" moments.
Jan. 3rd, 2004 05:31 pm (UTC)
>We all have our "skanky ho" moments.

heh, I have mine
Jan. 4th, 2004 12:37 pm (UTC)
No kidding. I still have memories that I cringe at. YIKES!
Jan. 4th, 2004 03:06 pm (UTC)
Can I post your picts on your page? I love the one of you and you son-- so cute & happy.
Jan. 3rd, 2004 07:27 pm (UTC)
Not me, pure as the driven snow and all...

Jan. 3rd, 2004 09:01 pm (UTC)
lol...at least you two don't broadcast them in the UK & call them art....lol
Jan. 15th, 2004 10:17 am (UTC)
or publish them on LiveJournal ...
Jan. 15th, 2004 05:16 pm (UTC)
Ha! My skakiest moments--such as those on Anti-golf course & in the SF art institue back paint room will NEVER end up in an LJ post!
Jan. 15th, 2004 06:42 pm (UTC)
I think they just did.
Jan. 17th, 2004 02:42 am (UTC)
hey, but no details....why worry?
Jan. 3rd, 2004 09:16 pm (UTC)
Too bad he was a bad kisser. That's more annoying than the rest.

A fellow skanky ho
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