Happy New Years!
2012 was full of lots of adventure and y'all lived vicariously through my blog posts. Although my year started off bloody and broken, it ended happily with me watching one of my best friends marry her best friend (awwwwwwwwe). Thank goodness the events that happen on New Years Eve don't foretell the rest of the year.
This New Years I wanted to stay in my bed and bring in the year by staring at the back of my eyelids. Unfortunately, none of that happened. My personal Canadian and I were convinced to go out to the Grenada Theater to have midnight festivities. I think the Grenada would have been nice. Yea...that's right would have been.
Blonde Bombshell suggested that I hang out with her and her boyfriend for New Years. His friends were doing a show at the Grenada and it appeared to be a fantastic idea. No one wants to be a 3rd wheel to a party so I decided to suit myself up with a Canadian as a date. That morning afternoon, I rolled out of bed at 4pm to do something with my life. I narrowed my NYE wardrobe down to 3 dresses, classy, LBD, and that sequin panty hose from last year. I sent out several texts with my options and of course sequin panty hose dress won by a longshot. I did my hair, put on a crap load of make-up, and took Kiwi out in preparation for this wonderful night.
After arriving to Canada's house with numerous shoe options for her feet, I put on some eyelashes and drank a huge glass of water. The key to NOT having hang overs is hydration and vitamin B. We ordered pizza, listened to country music and drank some strong rum and coke. I should have predicited how well the nights plans were going to pan out when I called the blonde bombshell and found out at 8, that her boyfriend was drunk and not ready. At around 9, Canada and I decided we were just going to go over to BB's house and drag them out.
I got there and was introduced to fine whiskey, beer, and champagne all at once. Now, the reason why we needed to leave in a hurry was because blondie wanted to ride the DART train so we could get completely smashed and not have to drive back. We now know better in retrospect.
We hopped into the mustang and drove over to the dart station where we were about to miss our train. Canada graciously bought us day passes so we could run like hookers in high heels up
3 flights of stairs. To our dismay and increased heart rates, we missed our train. Another one wasn't coming for 20 minutes so we had to wait cheerfully. Thankfully it wasn't too cold outside. We made the most of this time for photo ops and random conversation with others waiting for the next train.
The next train arrived completely empty which was fantastic because, well, I hate crowds of people. We each got our own seats, conversed, and drank our alcoholic beverages that were contained in
water bottles and
sonic cups. At one point we had to get off and switch trains which nearly gave me an anxiety attack because there were so many people that could possibly touch me. Canada maneuvered me so that I would be around the least amount of people when she realized that my cute little purse was leaking. That's right, I was spilling rum and coke into my purse, on top of my cash, and on top of the electronics. Sweet baby Jesus must have been looking out for me though, because the electronics were just fine.
Everyone on that train seemed to know something that we didn't know because they ALL got off on one stop. We however, remained on the train and attained seats. BB had already figured out what station we needed to get on so we had to make another train switch. After going through a tunnel downtown, we arrived at a station where we needed to do the switch. At this point BB and her boyfriend are conversing about changing up the plans entirely in which I get frustrated because the damn DART was taking waaaay longer than I had expected. We dangerously (not really, but kinda) crossed over the tracks when they decide to go back to the original plans. So we cross again in which Canada yells that she was getting on the next train with or without us (she was pretty frustrated at this point).
We finally arrive to our destination with not a single person around at 1130ish. At first glance, none of us knew where we were, but then I recognized a shopping center (go figure) that I had been to several times. This unfortunately meant that we were far from our final destination that needed to be walked to in 4.5inch heels. Canada at this moment recognizes that our runner friend is in the comedy club across from us. We walk up the stairs and I was instructed to talk to the man at the front door. I quickly explain our long night and that I just wanted to be somewhere when the clock struck midnight. He said we could be there and those were the only words I needed to hear.
We were all admitted at a discounted price, because let's be real, we weren't going to be there long...got drinks at the bar and waited on the nice gentlemen to set up seats for us. At 1145 we are
FINALLY somewhere. Finally. We watch the last few minutes of the show, are handed party favors and rang in the new year with one another. Our other friends joined us once they found us in the club and we took the opportunity for photos.
Afterwards Canada and I refused to get back on that fucking train. Our Parker friends offered us a ride home and we were not declining. BB and her boyfriend did go back on the train as they knew they would be uncomfortable in a 2 door car with 7 other people. We were home by 1am.
The next morning I left Canada's house with mud on my heels, a bruise on my calf, and dollar bills that smelled like rum. I bought groceries with damp rum money by the way and it worked just as well as dry paper smelling money.
BB's boyfriend told her that our adventure probably wasn't fun for the single, non-coupled people. He was right. I would have cared a lot less if I had someone to make out with too (No offense Canada, but that just wasn't happening). Next year, I am following my gut and staying my ass in bed.
PS blame Canada for me not having more pictures...She has the camera...HINT HINT COUGH COUGH
