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01/02/2005: "2005"
New Year's Eve 2004 was perfect. Will made a fancy dinner and we watched Meet the Parents and Bedazzled and made fun of New York for dropping the ball an hour early (the fireworks display on Buckingham Fountain and Navy Pier far surpassed anything Times Square has ever presented).
I mentally made fun of all the girls I saw dressed to the nines heading out to the bars and was thankful not to be a part of the whole, "I must find a hot stranger to kiss at midnight" drama. I've never been a bar person; the only guys I've ever met in bars are drunk morons who think they have permission to grab your ass and boobs, and the only girls I've ever met in bars are attention whores who dance on bars and grind and kiss their girlfriends (nothing screams "Look at me boys!" like doing body shots off another girl - you can bet no one would be acting like that if there weren't guys around).
Actually, the best bar experience I've had was in a gay bar here in Chicago. Hundreds of hot, shirtless men who don't have any interest in touching the women there and actual dance music playing (whose idea was it to start playing hip hop in clubs? Whoever it was, I can guarantee he's a moron who can't dance). I had fun and didn't feel like a piece of meat by the end of the evening.
It's now time to go wake up Will and tell him I want to watch Goodfellas NOW.
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You can still get dressed up for you versus for a guy. My girlies and I did that, and we even went to a gay bar... on New Year's. You could tell how much we cared about that midnight kiss. :-)Shannon, Wednesday, January 5th
Yeah, but I see the picture of you and Morgan from New Year's Eve on your Xanga site. That's not the kind of dress up I'm talking about that I saw other women wearing. :DBrooke, Thursday, January 6th