  Okay, so New Year's Eve, abbreviated is NYE, my last name. You'd think that I'd be destined to rock New Year's for that simple reason, but the stars were not given that memo and year after year, I wait to see what might occur. Now this seems to be a common complaint; "yeah, New Year's is my least favorite holiday; it always sucks" or "it's overrated". Well, I feel like it's my RIGHT to have a good New Year's since it spells my name, much like the Irish MUST party on Patty's Day.
Last year, I managed a quick get away by leaving the country and time zone and am proud to say that January first never happened for me (thanks for that International Date Line!). But let me tell you about this year...... I worked....at Sullivan's. I was there at 2 blowing up balloons and was greeting my first table around 4:30.
Two lesbians who wanted nothing to do with my perky ass and were only there b/c they had a gift certificate that expired on January 1, 2004. They were on a date and set up camp at my table for two hours. UGH! We were running a package that started around 5:30. $75 a person and that included appetizer, salad, entree, side, dessert. Later in the evening, I get double sat (two tables at once) with a NINE TOP and an EIGHT TOP!! Craziness ensued. Each person at the table of eight is wearing enough diamonds/couture to buy all of our houses and living spaces. They order a bottle of Cristal, the ONLY bottle in the house. This costs about $380. But at this point, he could have ordered a bottle of house wine and I would have reacted the same, BUSY!
Anyway, turns out this cat is none other than Kenny Anderson, famed point guard for the Pacers. I had no clue. Turns out he is also on the injured list.....mmmhmmm. So that's work. Made some money, out by 1:00, ready for a beer. I attend this house party with Sean, despite just wanting to chill. Drunk people at 1:00am + Me after work= Annoyed. Small party, not so bad. I actually went to grade school with the house owner and his girlfriend is one of my reading coaches at the Julian Center.
I am there for about 45 mins when chaos ensues. Sean's friend, Tommy, falls over on another friend, Dave, and splits his head open on the door frame. I, along with Emily and Preston (the only other sober folks) get to drive his drunk, barfing, bleeding ass to the hospital for stiches. It's 4:00am before he emerges with 10 staples in his head. I was alone in the waiting room, almost asleep and cursing New Year's. So that was New Year's Eve 2003. Anyone want to hang out next year? 
