NYE 2002
First of all, I would like to strongly complain to The Management that I have been very sick for the past week. Said past week was my VACATION, and what did I do with it? I got sick. Miserably, seriously ill with the stinking influenza. Bah! Despite the bubonic plague-like degree of my illness, I bravely dosed myself up with OTC medications and decided to go to a party at The Ritz anyway. (The Ritz, by the way, is a strip club but there were to be no strippers in attendance.) I had a date lined up for the party, a guy I’ve gone out with 3 times and was planning to ditch immediately after the party (if not before) because, well, he’s … ummm, just not smart enough to stay up with me. And he’s a bad kisser. So, my date kindly called midafternoon from Austin to enquire as to my well-being, only to immediately launch into an absolute harangue, wanting an iron-clad agreement on my part to attend the party or he was staying in Austin, by god! Anybody who knows me should know the effect that kind of passive-aggressive behaviour will have. When he called back to apologise 15 mins later, I weakened and agreed to go to the party with him anyway … just in time for him to declare that he thought it would be better to stay in Austin after all because his roommate had just gotten dumped by his fiancee. “Oh my goodness”, said I, “what a remarkable coincidence; both of you getting dumped on the same day!” Needless to say, I had to explain THAT to him (see prior comment regarding his lack of brilliance). Since he had already paid for our tickets and since it was MY friends who were attending the party, I decided it would be only right for me to go anyway at his expense. I selected a lovely black sheer dress with silver thread and a long fringed hem. Even put a thong under it AND left in the bra liner. However, when I arrived at the party and saw some of the other outfits, I grabbed a steak knife and removed the bra liner immediately. Much fun was had by all. One of the attendees was the former girlfriend of my last “boyfriend” (I hate to elevate his status to that title) and she and I broke into hysterical laughter upon comparing notes (yes, women ARE evil). I danced, got kissed at midnight by a good-looking stranger, was dared by the management to get on the strippers stage and dance, which I did much to my friends’ amusement as they tried to stuff money into my thong. My friend A***** jumped up with me and we pretended to put on a wicked little bi show … then she took off her dress which caused me to immediately decline to take off mine because I was laughing too hard at that point. There was a little adult activity not long after, but I shall not go into public detail on that except to say that *I* went home alone.