The Second Best New Year's Eve.

January 02, 2004, 02:26 pm

After I got off work, Joe came over and we ate Mac 'n' Cheese. I showed him part of a song I had written the night before and we worked on it. I think it's going to be good.

Neither of us had actual plans for New Year's Eve, but lots of people called Joe asking what he was doing, so we tried to get something going.

We went to his place and waited for Carly to get off work. And then Tim came over. Carly was hungry so we went to Bearno's for pizza, but there was a fucking $5 cover charge for champagne and lame party favors. We ate at the Twig and Leaf instead. I confessed my love for “Tater Tots” but my hatred for the name. And don't even think of trying to order “Potato Tots”! They don't know what the fuck a potato tot is!

After that we went to this party where Tyrone was going to play. We didn't really know many people there and it was kindof weird, so we followed these people that Joe knew to another party. It was like a party in a movie. There were all these people wearing stupid hats (I think maybe that was the point of the party?) and there was a cluster of unattractive, overweight girls dancing by themselves and with each other. There was a lot of food, like hors d'oeuvres and shit. And there was a lot of “Italian Partyboy” from Joe, Tim, and me. A lot of, “I'm tellin' you man, we should ditch this lame party, stop by Rally's, pickup a couple o' Big Bufords, and head to my boy Billy's house to watch some porno on HBO!” Ridiculous!

We stayed at that party until a little past midnight. I thought that the four of us should've hijacked the countdown: a few minutes before midnight, just start enumerating loudly 10! 9! 8! 7...! I'm sure some drunk people would've joined in. I'm like the fuckin' Grinch of New Year's, stealing the countdown from the Hoos of Hooville. Or something.

We went back to the Tyrone party and saw the last 30 seconds of their last song. Oh well. I talked to Mike C. Man, he's tall.

Headed to another party, also in Old Louisville. I don't think we even knew who's house it was. But there was a Mortal Kombat 3 arcade machine (if only it'd been Mortal Kombat II, I could've schooled on any and everyone). There was this crazy kid that was like a shorter version of Jay of Jay & Silent Bob fame.

The hilight was talking to this very cute, em-pea-coated girl, Amber. I just made up that word: em-pea-coated. It's like embiggens but meaning “wearing a pea-coat.” Or something. Anyway, it was nice to meet and talk to someone interesting.

Then we went home. All in all, it was a pretty good New Year's Eve, second only to the 2000-2001 New Year's Eve, in which the Audio/Video Club played our first show. I've decided to never expect much from New Year's Eves; they're usually ridiculous.

New Year's Day, I slept in. And later called my Grampa, wishing him happy 77th birthday. And I did laundry and watched I ♥ the 80's. I never tire of that.

No one is in the office today. Nothing is going to get done. I'm just waiting to drive to the airport and pickup Jesse. I've missed that guy! I hope he had a good trip in Germany!