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Dec. 31st, 2002 08:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
labrujahNew Year's 1998: Face down on carpet at parents' house, dad's stashed bottle of Maker's Mark in hand, bemoaning my sad alone fate to be stuck in Denver for New Year's with only a phone call to my friends, all at a party together back home. A mistake I never made again.
New Year's 1999: A three-day affair at Clide's New Orleans estate, wall-to-wall sleeping friends all over the floor, a tunnel made of boxes, a porch and a guitar, picnics and masks and red sequin shoes and a religion we made up together mostly about playing and the first of every month.
New Year's 2000:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jenslinky and I compromise as we are so good at doing. A fancy tiny dinner with my friends Mike and Damaris and Jeff with oysters on ice, then a terrible collegiate party uptown half-a-block from Times Square, then a thirty-block walk in the snow to a dance party at the Skyloft, the place where I was apprenticed to Mark from GWAR in making costumes. Tiring. Too much time in transit.
New Year's 2001: Went south for a few days of relaxation with Nicole and Clide in her lovely downtown apartment in our hometown. Jean came down on a bus to join us. Then a little road trip up to Winston-Salem for a long night with a fireplace and cuddling and paint and film school students.
New Year's 2002: Tonight I am a lone wanderer. It's just not as exciting to get dressed up to go out on your own. It makes it difficult to care enough. I need a critical girlfriend over. My girl housemates are either sick or fighting with me or staying home to trip. Still, I am doing exactly what I want to do, which is nice. But I'll be riding the train for approx. 3 hours on my own, which makes me a little sad.
New Year's 1999: A three-day affair at Clide's New Orleans estate, wall-to-wall sleeping friends all over the floor, a tunnel made of boxes, a porch and a guitar, picnics and masks and red sequin shoes and a religion we made up together mostly about playing and the first of every month.
New Year's 2000:
jenslinky and I compromise as we are so good at doing. A fancy tiny dinner with my friends Mike and Damaris and Jeff with oysters on ice, then a terrible collegiate party uptown half-a-block from Times Square, then a thirty-block walk in the snow to a dance party at the Skyloft, the place where I was apprenticed to Mark from GWAR in making costumes. Tiring. Too much time in transit.New Year's 2001: Went south for a few days of relaxation with Nicole and Clide in her lovely downtown apartment in our hometown. Jean came down on a bus to join us. Then a little road trip up to Winston-Salem for a long night with a fireplace and cuddling and paint and film school students.
New Year's 2002: Tonight I am a lone wanderer. It's just not as exciting to get dressed up to go out on your own. It makes it difficult to care enough. I need a critical girlfriend over. My girl housemates are either sick or fighting with me or staying home to trip. Still, I am doing exactly what I want to do, which is nice. But I'll be riding the train for approx. 3 hours on my own, which makes me a little sad.
