New Years… it’s one of my favorite holidays, though I honestly can’t really tell you why. I think it’s partially because it’s a time for new beginnings, and it has a “people should make out!” element added into the countdown. Ohh, and popping champagne corks is always nice too.
So this year, Daniel hosted New Years… I think he held is last year too, but I’m not 100% sure. Either way, it was EXCELLENT!
I dressed up, as usual, in my Kurta from Jig and Dave’s wedding… if anyone hasn’t seen a Kurta before, look it up quick – they’re amazing. Very bright colored and lots of sequins… not the best with dreads, I’ll admit, but I survived and thrived non-the-less. Mine was bright emerald, with perfect aquamarine fancy slippers, so I was definitely the belle of the ball for this one night.
The party night itself was a bit of a blur – Terese and I took the train out, since the plan was to crash at Daniel’s place anyways, so there was no concern about cars or parking or any of that nonsense. The train was completely packed, but that’s just the price you have to expect to pay on New Years Eve. Nothing too bad, though I was a bit saddened by the lack of crazy people or interestingly dressed folks riding with us.
Instead, we got to the party, helped set up, and then proceeded to party down! There wasn’t one overarching story to the party, so let me sum it up with a few fun points:
- We had TONS of random and amazing drinks – Daniel and I both spent time playing bartender, though I have to say that I’m pretty sure that my Baileys and Frangelico coffee was basically the best thing ever. I did make that, right? Not a dream? Hmm….
- Brian (Daniel’s brother) and Mike LeVasseur were both able to make it out from Florida and California, respectively. Thus, lots of time was spent catching up and hearing about various enterprises. Damn, both of those guys are getting stuff done!
- Terese pulled off a VERY nice outfit… I do enjoy events where people dress up. It’s fun, and is a good excuse to play the fancy card.
- The countdown was awesome, and lots of champagne was drank by all. Daniel, I apologize for how messy your floor must have gotten. My bad.
- Some people are nice guys, and feel bad about crashing in bed with a girl who’s ex is in the same room with them. Mike and I are not nice guys, so when the nice guy is drunk and just wants to sleep, we drag him to the room and toss him in the bed with the girl (they’re both clothed, don’t worry about it. He’s a gentleman) and leave the annoyingly drunk ex to deal with it himself. Laughs were had by all. And high-fives.
The night ended well, basically with all of us crashing at random places throughout the house. Terese and I found ourselves in the downstairs bedroom, on a sleeping pad that Daniel had laid out. It wasn’t the most comfy thing ever, especially when on a hardwood floor instead of outside in the forest, but it was definitely acceptable, and we slept pretty well. Very well, when you count everyone getting up constantly, people leaving at 5 in the morning, and the partiers outside.
The next morning started slowly and painfully… but honestly not nearly as painfully as I expected. Chirag and I were the first ones away (technically Brian was, since he came downstairs, but that doesn’t count because he went back to sleep), followed quickly by Terese. After I got up and put Terese back to bed, we got dressed and headed out for a constitutional… AKA a walk to Dunkin Donuts to get stuff for everyone.
Was a nice walk, doubly-so for seeing everyone taking the walk of shame, or being painfully hungover waiting for their coffee. We got a box of coffee and a ton of donuts, said hi to a few police officers who were just too tired to deal with any of this shit, and headed back to start making breakfast.
Three Bostwicks later, everyone was awake and downstairs, eating bacon and sausage and eggs and other delicious concoctions. The day went quickly from there, leading us on a few light adventures as we tried to shake the hangovers. The Hobbit was watched, snacks were had, and the new year started out with a nicely comfortable sigh.