So suffice it to say that I’ve had bad luck with New Year’s. This year isn’t shaping up to be much different, so let’s stroll down memory lane for a sec and recount the past few:
2000/1: Total god-damn joke. Tried to go downtown but ended up stuck on a train for an hour, spent another hour trying to find a restaurant that wasn’t completely full, then spent another hour trying to get back on a train back to our car.
1999/2000: Actually not too bad.. went to a giant house-party with 808 and smoked my last pack of cigarettes, watched in non-surprise as the world did not in fact end as some had hoped.
1998/1999: Boringly ended up at Wolfgang Puck’s and listened to the morons on the radio count down Denver’s own midnight ball. This adventure led us to believe in 2 years that downtown would again be empty.
1997/1998: Watched ‘Bottlerocket’ while my friend got coked-up beyond belief in the other room and cried to herself all night. Drank one terrible Sam Adams and went home.
1996/1997: High-school age kids who weren’t invited to their friends’ alcohol-fueled shindig have a hard time on New Years. Ended up at fucking Old Chicago (we were starving) and got a flat tire on the way home. Saw ‘Mars Attacks’ and drank wine-coolers with an enthusiasm only an 18-year old can.
1995/1996: Got ditched by my in-three-years-to-be wife’s sister whom I was ‘dating’ at the time and fell asleep at 10:30.
So not to turn this into a loser-fest type thing, I’ll stop there, my junior year in high-school. Here’s to hoping this year turns out slightly better.