New Years Eve is a special event on the calendar for most of us, but for me, New Years Eve has a unique significance. It is a time to reflect on the year that has most recently passed and to make resolutions for the year to come; it is also a night to party harder than you have partied the entire year before! New Years Eve is the orgasm of parties that the entire 364 days preceding it has been building up to. For the party that ends the year, absolute overindulgence and debauchery is almost (in my book, absolutely) mandatory.
I decided to class it up a bit for the evening and throw on the three piece suit. It always looks better when your sloppy drunk but dressed like you're important…which I am. I met up with my date and ventured towards the Armory Ball Room in an effort to benefit The Heart of GA Humane Society. It just so happened that a buffet, an open bar and The Legendary JC's rocking in the New Year were complimentary to my contribution. Not one to arrive on time, I waltzed in to the Armory around ten o' clock, about an hour after the doors had opened. The party was clearly underway and even though the JC's had not yet taken the stage, everyone in attendance seemed to be anxiously anticipating the arrival of the midnight hour as well as preparing for it in a similar fashion as myself. Ah, liquid celebration!
After grabbing a few drinks, doing some people watching and casing the joint for familiar faces, I restocked at the bar and made my way towards the smoking area outside. I ran into Jen, who was looking for a light, and within a few minutes the conversation had turned towards intoxicated golf cart mishaps, oddly, I could relate. For the next hour my attention was divided between the bar, the smoking area and the Legendary JC's, who had just taken the stage. Before I realized it (or as I realized it?) it was almost midnight and 2008. I positioned myself at table where I had a good view of the stage, stuck my paper party favor hat on and filled my glass with champagne as the entire room chanted the countdown and toasted the New Year. Around 1am, I had the pleasure to make the acquaintance of a Russian named Dragon who convinced me and my date to head to Envy or TCFKAD (The Club Formerly Known As Dea) with his quickly growing entourage. We piled 8 deep into a prearranged ride meant to hold no more than 5 and rode the 3 blocks to the club. The place had a crowd but it wasn't packed, which suited me because I don't like to wait for drinks and Bartender Nicole made sure there was no risk of that happening. We danced and drank and drank and the next afternoon I would feel like the wall that Dale Earnheart hit. Stumbling home I realized one thing about the evening and the New Year…I just wish I could remember what it was.
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