Happy Fucking New Year

Does bringing in the new year with a terrible night any indication of how the entire year will be? I have always hated New Year's Eve due to the hype it carries. This year was even worse than others.

A serious talk with The Big X was the way the night started. I wanted to address the status of our relationship before moving into a new year. I was nervous of his responses to my questions, but it had to be done. He was agreeable and open to suggestions I brought forth. It ended with me asking if he thought we could make things work. He looked at me and said I hope so. This was not a the terrible start to a new year, but it was actually the only peak of good all night.

For the night out, we had decided on a newly opened, high design venue. With this came an over scaled, sweaty crowd, in which, The Big X and I were the minority. It was almost impossible to get a drink and waiting in the bathroom line posed even more of a treat.

We had been in attendance of this acute location about three hours when I was returning back to The Big X from my second bathroom trip. As I walked out and past the dance floor, I witness a overly drunk, guy leaning against the wall. I assumed that his intake levels were at an all time high and he needed the wall in order to prop himself up. I was approximately three-quarters of the way past him when I am stunned by a noise so foul I can still hear it. Blahhhhhhhhhhh. I turned just in time to see this insanely drunk individual puck all down the side of my newly purchased outfit. Wrong place at the exact wrong time? Bad karma?

I was stunned and sickened. The Big X helped me clean up, had the intoxicated maniac kick out, got the manager to give me clothes and all the alcohol we could drink for the rest of the night. This incident should have forced us home, but when free whiskey is offered to an alcoholic, it is always taken. N0 matter the circumstances!

The worst part of the entire night was that Jew Boy texted and offered to help me bring in the New Year his style. I was stuck at a bar downtown with The Big X, puck residue on my body and drunk as shit! Happy Fucking New Year.