My roommates and I had bought tickets to spend NYE at a club in the SOMA district. That was the plan, but here's what actually happened.
Got to the club at a reasonable time of 10:30. The organizers kept trying to get us to stand in lines, instead of a clump, but the directions to do so were unclear. There was supposedly a line for hand stamps, then a separate line for ticket holders, then two other lines for boys and girls to enter separately...well, around 11 we were still clumped and no closer to getting into the club. And someone threw up. So we called some friends to see where they were, and that's how we ended up at Ali the hipster's house. So here's how I spent the last 10ish seconds of 2010:
10. Giant red feather in my face for the 3rd time that night.
9. Woman in booty shorts screaming at everyone to pay attention to MTV's countdown.
8. Asian guy giving me the evil eye from an orb chair.
7. Trying to figure out what that smell is, then realizing I don't want the answer.
6. Tried watermelon beer, it was pretty good!
5. Watching a watercolor of a rainbow fall on someone.
4. Around 8 I think I joined the countdown. But for some reason there was a second countdown shortly after the first one ended, so I participated fully in that one.
3. Overheard: "But now he knows I like him! Why did you even come tonight!?"
2. Hating that all the men there look better in skinny jeans than I do.
1. Pinky promising with Wayne that we would not let the group leave either of us behind.
So, yeah, good stuff. Then I got home and wanted to take some Nyquil because I've been fending off a cold, but I was thwarted by the following disclaimer:
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| Sever liver damage may occur if you take...3 or more alcoholic drinks while using this product. |
But all's well that ends well: woke up this morning not super hungover, not feeling sick and had a lovely brunch. Hope you all had a great NYE!
