Here We Go Again

R.B. Winters
R.B. Winters
Foxxy Business, Russian, Shew 6 Comments

New Year's 2013Halloween and New Year’s are my favorite holidays. They are the holidays that celebrate the single person and punish families by forcing them to stay home with their children – just as the world intended.

To celebrate the end of 2012 and beginning of a fresh year, Foxxy Business, Shew, the Russian, myself and others gathered at a friend’s apartment on the West Side. Thinking I was beating the system by leaving early I was surprised when getting off the train and finding myself in a maze of police barriers. with five hours until Midnight, cops already had tourists shoved in like cattle.

The pre-game party was a good time, it’s always fun to play social butterfly. Let’s analyze some of the guys with names I can’t remember because I wasn’t listening when they told me. Guy #1: Loud and Italian: Fun as long as only slightly intoxicated. When drunk, loud, over the top and ready to pass out on the first person available. Guy #2: Ball Cap: Hiding a receding hairline, potentially a social media stalker, and too short to command a conversation. Guy #3: Lurpy and silent: A vest that I’d like to pretend was ironic, a gym-free body, and only enough words to avoid prolonged interaction before retreating into the darkness. Gays are weird.

My only real mistake of the night was leaving the party for the bar before Midnight. I left my person to kiss at the party! Fortunately, I had friends to take the place of the always important New Year’s kiss to hold me over until I could get the real thing. The kiss at Midnight is a must as it sets the tone for the entire year – start off the year without and you can kiss a blog goodbye.

The rest of the night turned into bar hopping and dancing. I did try to leave around 3:00 a.m. but only made it three blocks before I was summoned back to the dance floor. A great night overall with enough dancing to burn the calories of a beer off. It was time to call it quits when 4:30 rolled around and talks of after-hour bars began. After-hours has not been on my to-do list since the days of dating the Devil and Mr. Black’s still being open. Ah, the good old days of great bars that are filled with attractive people making terrible decisions in the dark. Things are off to a rolling start and there can only be good things ahead. That is pretty optimistic for this pessimist.

Happy 2013!

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