Things I’m not very good at:
- staying out late
- dressing nicely
- understanding what people are saying in loud places such as bars
- drinking champagne responsibly
- dancing
So New Year’s Eve is not my best holiday. (I’m very good at eating barbecue and drinking beer in parks/on rooftops, so I am aces at the 4th of July.) But this year was super fun. We went to the Abbey, like we always do, because it is across the street, and after the year I called my dad in Ohio at 3:30 in the morning to ask if he could come pick us up in Fort Greene and drive us home, I instituted a walking radius rule. I wore my New Years Pants and a t-shirt that said “I can’t wait for the FUTURE.” Megan and Chris and Amy met us there, and Amy goes, “Do you like my pants? GUESS WHAT? THEY’RE SWEAT PANTS. I just put on nice shoes and a sweater with them, and no one notices!” You’re never too old to have heroes, kids.
The bar cleared out after midnight but we stuck around because the bartender kept playing Whitney Houston songs and, after all, it’s a NYE tradition that the five of us are the only people in the Abbey who stay and dance in the back alone until 2:30 am. We ended the night trying to do the lift from Dirty Dancing. It went about as well as you’d expect.
On the way out, Megan went up to the doorman, grabbed his face, said, “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” and kissed him on the lips. It’s not New Year’s Eve if Megan doesn’t kiss a doorman.
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