What I'm Watching: Celebrity Ghost Stories (It's midnight, what else would I be watching?)
The hubs and I rang in the New Year by partying with a bunch of rowdy strangers at a hotel. The downside? The hubs and I are not actually social people so being forced to sit at a table with strangers? Not our thing. And drunken, rowdy strangers acting stupid because they're too drunk to realize how stupid they're acting? Totally annoying...especially when they're armed with those obnoxious noisemakers and insist on blowing them in my ear every.ten.seconds! I had to be physically prevented from relocating those noisemakers to someplace where noisemakers aren't normally intended to go.
And don't get me started on the people that brought their children to this party. Yep. Open bar, drunken morons and loud music...I'm not a parent and even I know this isn't exactly the proper environment for your 7 year old. What the heck? Were there no crack dealers you could leave them with?
Also? I've learned that there are some things that you just can't unsee no matter how much you drink or how hard you try. On New Year's Eve, these sights included the following:
* A rather large woman wearing a black bra under a sheer white shirt. Honey. No.
* A woman who wore a completely sequined mini dress that barely contained the minimum amount of skin. After a few drinks? She apparently forgot she was wearing a "barely there" dress and proceeded to sit with her legs spread as though she was half expecting her ob-gyn to come by and give her a pap smear.
*A man who, from the waist up, looked quite dashing in a tuxedo jacket complete with vest and tie. I thought, "wow, it's nice to see a man who dresses up like that for New Year's Eve". Then he walked by me. You guys? He was wearing shorts. What the hell?!?
*A woman who had back hair. Honest to goodness, full on furry back hair. The back of her shirt dipped a little too low and her tufts of hair were peeking out from under the shirt. I feel confident in saying that this was not a man in drag, this was definitely a woman. With copious amounts of back fur. I got independent confirmation from the hubs (who is now completely traumatized). I also got his assurance that should I ever sprout back hair he will shave and/or ensure that it is properly and promptly removed.
*There was a large group of friends sitting at the table next to us. At some point a man from that table was standing in between his wife and her friend. He had an arm around each of them. No big deal. Until his hand slipped down to squeeze his wife's friend's butt (which was probably all of a foot from my face). Okay, so he's a bit drunk and being a bit of an ass. It happens. I tried to ignore it. Then? His hand slipped up under the friend's mini-dress and it stayed under there like it was stuck in some sort of gravitational pull. *shudder* DUDE! You're in public and and right next to your wife!!! Just because she's at an angle where she can't see where your hand is and what it's doing doesn't make it cool. ACK!!! My eyes!!!!
But, lest you think it was all bad, it wasn't. Things that almost made the trauma worth it:
* We got upgraded to the Presidential suite. I'm talking about a hotel room that is bigger than our current apartment complete with a fireplace, a hot tub and a kitchen with a dishwasher. Seriously. What a great way to ring in the new year!
* They made an error on our reservations and we were totally compensated w/ an open bar pass, free breakfast and a reduction in room rate. Sweeeettt!!!
*I got to spend my Borders and B&N gift cards. Hours of shopping surrounded by the smell of brand new books. Sigh. I managed to stretch my dollars too and ended up with something like 13 new books!!!!
*Santa hubs got me a late gift of a Livescribe pen to help with my writing efforts. I tend to brainstorm/plot old school with pen and paper. Unfortunately that means that I have to shuffle through hundreds of notebook pages looking for necessary information. The Livescribe pen will allow me to upload the pages I've written and it makes them searchable so I can easily find the information I need in my notes by searching a keyword or two. Squeeeee!!! So far I'm loving it.
Hope 2010 is treating everyone well so far and that no one was forced to witness the sorts of mind damaging, therapy inducing things that I was on New Year's Eve!!
Oh my gosh, my eyes are burning just from reading the horror stories. And still, you know what comes to mind...why doesn't anything cool like this happen to me?
ReplyDeleteI must say, your comps made the nightmare of back hair and groping infidels well worth it, I think. Then again, I'm a cheapskate who lives for sample days at the grocery store. So don't take my word for it.
All that aside, hope 2010 goes far better than the party.
Carol: Really, do you want to see the scary back hair lady? LOL. Seriously, I think this stuff happens to us because we're basically antisocial (but not in the creepy "we have people buried in the basement" way) and we tend to sit on the sidelines at events and people watch. It's honestly great fun...and, sometimes, completely traumatizing.
ReplyDeleteAnd I totally agree about the comps. I'm all about getting a good deal and sample day at the supermarket? If you time it right, you can shop and eat lunch at the same time. Score!
Ah, drunk assholes. I usta be one of them (probably the barely-there-dress) until I realized that being an asshole wasn't really fun. :D
ReplyDeleteWe stay in on NYE now, to avoid this mess. Although, the people watching is unsurpassed.
You're definitely right about the people watching. If it weren't for the drunken partiers the hubs and I wouldn't have had nearly as much entertainment through the evening. :)
ReplyDeleteOh my! I don't know what's worse-- the too-friendly-husband, the were-woman, or the gyno-patient... *shudders*
ReplyDeleteAt least you got plenty of perks to go along with the public displays of drunkenness.
Happy 2010!