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if the past has taught me anything it’s that new year’s eve, in all likelihood, will involve some combination of crying, vomiting, and date switching. everybody will go home disappointed, and with a fresh set of regrets. it’s a lot like a sorority formal. that said, if you’re incredibly savvy, lucky, or both, you can really make new years eve a good time.
unfortunately (fortunately?) most everybody seems to leave charlottesville for the big night. why is that? how can this town be so much fun, and so worthy of talking about, save for what is arguably the biggest party night of the year?
i’ve stayed here in the past and learned two times the hard way: i should have left town. one year myself and my ragtag group of friends and brothers were asked to leave blue light at around 11:53 pm (we deserved it). another year i tried out a party at the old livearts building. i could be wrong but i think it involved a lingerie show, dj/dancing, liquor, and so on. it was a great idea, but not the hot mess of a rager that it should have been. simply put, it lacked the critical mass that was needed to tip the party into the blurry realm of “awesome.”
why does this happen? did any of you stay in town this year? was TwoOFour’s party off the meter? can you still feel your face?
put a lampshade on your head and tell me a story.
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Why did y’all leave all your clothes here?
I was running sound for the First Night VA Teen Band Showcase…so no booze and sadly, no Rivals party. I did however get a kick out of seeing the last band realize it was 11:58 with a verse and a chorus left to go kick into triple time in order to count down to 2008…
You won ‘em, fair and square, TwoOfFour. Although, what you’re going to do with a dozen red thongs in assorted sizes is beyond me.
well ,hehehe, they all fit me fine if i put them on in the right order from small to xxl, the boxers go on last. I did a little research, and as it turns out it is an Italian new years tradition, in Venezuela people wear yellow underwear for luck, the reversal of the underwear, I think we can thank Lu Sid for. With the fifteen pairs of red underwear on my tata currently, I should be lucky well into my forties.
204’s was fun. I enjoyed watching everyone play poker while I sipped champagne thru a straw. No hangover today either. Yayuh. Anyone know which channel Fearfest is on? Time for mimosas and zombies…
I’m spent NYE in many cities and it’s a common theme.
We were in town and had a great time. We stayed away from bars and went to a ticketed event where most people knew each other. It was a nearly perfect NYE. Maybe the key is to stay away from the people who rarely go out, who are on a mission to make up for a year of sitting at home on Saturday nights.
i had a really awesome new years. i split town for a few days with no company but myself, and spent last night celebrating with strangers. it was an oddly refreshing night. no drama, no pressure, no disappointment.
i am however, missing the ville and think i’ll be headed back this afternoon. man your battle stations.
oh, and, uh…happy new year.
good GOD zinc was packed last night. one thing I did notice, post midnight there’s a mass exodus and mass arrival. seems to happen every new years no matter where I am. it’s like once people drop the ball, they wanna switch it up.
thank god for happy people to rub elbows with last night, cause there were a LOT around.
yeah it was pretty tame here. the only place really packed was blue light, and it took forever to get a drink.
and oxo was empty…
oh, and the new wahooptie taxi service saved the night a couple times last night - pretty sweet rocking an orange limo for a taxi.
Lots of people have become a bit disgusted with the “special menus” which really translates to “less choices, more money.” Hmmm…
Hell, how many places closed for the night? Kikis, Cassis are two I saw without looking.
we talked our waiter out of the special menu. we told him it just wasn’t happening, and that he needed to give us the regular one. you can have my $100 but it’s going to be on my terms, goddamnit.
also, i left town, per my instructions to myself in paragraph 3 above.
That’s because OXO didn’t do late night. And I’m glad you got a taxi, I couldn’t get one all night and had to walk 10 blocks in heels. Woo.
yeah we were under the impression that oxo was gonna have late night. i think that was the original plan, but apparently it didn’t come to fruition?
nuh-uh
The “Acme Swing Mfg. Co.” at Hoarse Hound did.t happen either I think. I saw them playing in two different doorways on the mall. It was a night of changes images seared into my head.
’twas never the plan. they decided to let other bars have the business. *wink*
yuh-huh!
Unfortunately, I was only at 204’s for a couple of minutes because I got out of work late and had to meet my NYE kiss at Zinc. I so badly wanted to get down with some poker! Do you host a weekly game?
My only complain about Zinc was the countdown — that was complete BULLSHIT. This isn’t ver batim, but it’s pretty damn close:
(This is all within two minutes mind you)
“Alight! Four minutes everybody!”
(maybe 45 seconds later)
“Two minutes left!”
(a minute passes)
“Thirty seconds!”
(perhaps a four second pause)
“15, 14, 12, 11, 10, 9 — wait, that’s it! Happy New Year!”
No joke. How do you fuck up a countdown!?!?!? You ruined the kiss dammit!
Met new villain’s at 2o4’s (thank you to our lovely host); fired off 18 rounds at the ron paul balloon but failed to bring it down; danced at escafe; used donk’s disability to cut the line at 216; got home at 8 am; woke up at 6 pm.
Happy New Year to you all!
oh my god. how are you still alive?
haha fired rounds at ron paul baloon… hahahahha
Alive? I never said I was alive
Thanks to all that came to zinc last night, i agree the countdown was weak but oh well it was a blast anyway, except for the fact that one mother fu%$##**#er stole a jersey i had in the men bathroom, if i catch him his ass his mine.
T
Silmo, So thats how you two disappeared at 216? Damn it! Next time I’m gonna bring a cripple with me. Home at 8, up at 6? You beat me. Home at 6:30, up at 11 (should have invested in some doggy diapers, I could have slept later)
2o4, sorry if we left the place a disaster area, the plan was to come back (I did make it back, but not till 4:30 or so) I plan on donating all of the un-drunk beer to the next poker night, and maybe the one after that.
i’m telling my story even though i wasn’t in town.
i ended up in arlington, not DC proper, at a tiny bar with the folks i was staying with; it was packed, but everyone was super-friendly and the bartender was lovely. we plowed through lots of wine and champagne, and at midnight i was squished against the wall and couldn’t get down to my ladybits to rearrange my red panties (so if this year sucks, i’ll know why). by the time i was able to move towards the bathroom, it was occupied by my host and a man she had started talking to, who decided that the ladies’ room was a good place for a tryst. not long after that, she ran outside and started puking on the sidewalk, at which point we figured we’d best take her home. that was a bit of a chore, but everyone made it home in one piece. i kissed no one at midnight (stupid sinus infection - not the way i wanted to start the year!), but it was still much fun. i even got to bust out my russian waiting in line for drinks - and then couldn’t get out of that mode. anyways… my friend slept her hangover off, we all had brunch at a silver diner in reston, and i stumbled back into town about an hour ago.
i think NYC is on the menu for next year, though i’d love to try a west-coast locale. the reason i prefer not to stay here is that since 1998 i’ve been in a different city for NYE every year except 2005, when i repeated an evening here in cville. i’ve done NYC before, but i have friends who have never done it, much less visited before, so taking them is kind of like going for the first time again. *shrug* i’m totally hopped up on medicine, so i’m going to stop babbling and let more tales of the evening roll in. woo?
did they steal the rugby jersey from les bleus?!!!
Encules!!
Escafe was packed stem to stern. Had to push my dj rig into a tiny little corner to accommodate the boogying. I had a blast and did as best I could with the countdown (cell phones don’t have second hands! oversight). Many thanks to all who came out, and to all who outted them selves. hah! The floor at the end of the night looked like the party store was hit by a bomb. You can always gage a good party by the state of the floor after closing.
…and thats how we like to do down there. Like that. Yo.
yeah they snag my rugby replica , guess i’ll take shit down everytime we got a band now , sucks
okay, I dunno where you peeps were for the countdown @ zinc, but in the bar it was spot on. and the jersey situation, tsk tsk to whoever filched
Hey b-yo, I thought it was pretty cool to see Escafe run an advertisement in the C-VILLE that says that you’re there on Wednesdays and Fridays, no other text. To quote Aretha, R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
/wordtoyourmother
Thanks to Frenchy and Pals for getting some early morning vittles
with us, my guess is you got better than “freezer bag food”. Feliz ano nuevo to all.
Thanks for noticing! Im in the footnotes of the ad they run every week, (but you know 6p itallic). Didn’t see the one you are taliking about though… I’ll hunt it up.
Man tonight’s gig will be D-E-A-D. Which is awesome cause I can experiment, mad scientist style!!!
/I never get to use the reverse button enough… come to think of it my brain is like kraftwork backwards on acid. Yay! Wonder what my brain sounds like.
Well there goes the anonoymity of my acronymic alter ego. Sheesh.