Monday, January 02, 2006
auld lang.
one of my friends sort of dispairingly asked me if the monkey and i were going to spend new years at home, like losers. which is funny, because if it's the losers who can't imagine spending multiple hours in the crushing sty that is times square, in the freezing cold with no weed, booze or bathrooms--then i am such a loser. Such A Loser.
we got way dressed up (and the theatre was close enough to the subway hole that i could wear dressup shoes, which only happens about twice a year) and went to lincoln center, where they thoughtfully had flutes of champagne for us (and not-sucky champagne, too, although there's always something about the taste of spaarkling wine that makes me think i'll be vomiting this later, thanks to too many too-fueled opening night celebrations in college). it was remarkably festive. and then our cheapo seats turned out to be fabulous.
it hasn't been no easy year.
but still a good one.
and when we got home from the theatre and turned on the local news (fewer kisses and proposals this year; more drunken people with unfamiliar accents) and ate some popcorn, i wouldn't have been anywhere else if you paid me a zillion dollars.
we got way dressed up (and the theatre was close enough to the subway hole that i could wear dressup shoes, which only happens about twice a year) and went to lincoln center, where they thoughtfully had flutes of champagne for us (and not-sucky champagne, too, although there's always something about the taste of spaarkling wine that makes me think i'll be vomiting this later, thanks to too many too-fueled opening night celebrations in college). it was remarkably festive. and then our cheapo seats turned out to be fabulous.
it hasn't been no easy year.
but still a good one.
and when we got home from the theatre and turned on the local news (fewer kisses and proposals this year; more drunken people with unfamiliar accents) and ate some popcorn, i wouldn't have been anywhere else if you paid me a zillion dollars.
