Sunday, January 01, 2006
New Years Eve Chronicles: Drunk + High + Rappers + Metalheads + A Druid

31.12.05. - 01.01.06.

Our story begins with your humble author walking what seemed like a long way in the blistering cold with his friend Jizzle. The wind smacks their faces, but they are bundled up. They stumble into the party which is just getting underway.

Your humble author is resolved not to drink a sip. He rationalises that he has work and must be ready for work at 7 in the morning. Well, to quote the movie Forest Gump, "shit happens." Pretty soon he has drunk several rum and cokes and smoked several joints while drinking. He begins to talk to everyone at the party. He speaks to metalheads about Nile and Bodom, rappers about NWA and Dre, old school rockers about Floyd and Zeppelin, and punks about the Misfits. He meets a druid and has a discussion with him about ceremonial magick as opposed to traditional witchraft and celtic druidism. He plays guitar for the party. He plays air guitar for the party. He sings, he dances. He finds a girl, he charms her. He holds her close to her and kisses her neck and shoulders. He massages her. They make out. A few times. He freestyle raps with the rappers. He sings with the punks. He talks more to everyone. He makes out with the girl again after the countdown while the party looks on. He tries not to have feelings for her. He pees on a fence. He gets his things together. He comforts his friend Jizzle.

He walks home at 2:30 in the morning. On the way home, a car drives very fast towards him, he gets out of the way. The car smashes instead into the window of a sushi place, severely damaging it. The crazed driver speeds up and drives away rapidly. Your humble author is humbled. He considers how he could have died just then. He stumbles home. He falls asleep.

The alarm clock wakes him up at 7:07. He showers throws on clothes and feeds and walks to work. Drunk. He sings really loudly and dances around the work area instead of being the quiet, reserved individual he usually is in the workplace. He writes crooked, he ignores a coworker who asks him for help. He sobers up and returns to being quiet and normal around 2-3 pm. He wonders what the heck just happened and how he went from "nah, i'll stay sober, i have work tomorrow" to this. He tries not to think about the girl.

To be continued...


Posted at 05:28 pm by AdamBrave

 

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