Day 5: Happy New Year!

Happy New Year 2010! I hope everyone celebrated well and "slid well into the new year" as you would say in German.

We all knew that there was a 50% chance that last night would be top or a flop. No regrets, nonetheless I have definitely had better New Year's. I mean New Year's is always a bit funny, because one (I guess I can only speak for myself) tries to make the night as FUN as possible and develops insanely high expectations of how it would be and it usually ends up complete crap.

At our restaurant, the food was ok, the service was weird, gratuity was an insane $100 AND THERE WAS NO COUNTDOWN. That CANNOT happen. New Year's celebrations can be as crappy as whatever, but there NEEDS to be a countdown! What an abomination! YES ABOMINATION! I had just shoved my fork down my throat, when some random invisible DJ yelled "Happy New Year", when we actually had 5 minutes to go. The place was decorated with (yes, very fun when inhaled) helium filled balloons, we received "party favours" and of course unlimited alcohol.

I think the walk home was better than the party itself. Sober me had collected as many helium filled balloons I could find (which turned out to be around 15 or so) and happily paraded them around Manhattan. My drunk boyfriend in one hand and 15 helium filled balloons in the other.

At every or every other street corner, TDH would stop me, mumble stuff and wouldn't let me go until I kissed him and then walk on. During one of these stoppings, a Jewish guy came up to us and said "I am so jealous of you 2. I hope I will find true love like yours. If you ever get married, invite me to your wedding. How can you reach me? Here is my business card." Then he unstopably begged me for a balloon, I gave him one, he hugged us long and hard, until his friends carried him away.

By then, our 2 drunk friends had run off into darkness. I manoeuvred my drunken TDH in one hand and my 15 balloons in the other, into the Metro and back to the flat.

Umdum Bellsario, as TDH would put it!