Party On

I promised a blow-by-blow of my New Year's Eve and hadn't gotten around to posting it yet, so here goes... there actually isn't that much too report. Partially because the evening was fairly uneventful and partially because I don't remember large chunks of it :) This shindig was originally supposed to be at a club in Hollywood, but a couple of days before I got an e-mail saying that the guest list had gotten a little too large for the club to handle so we were migrating the soiree to a mansion up in the Hollywood Hills. Groovy. So TNI and I dropped the Pony off with a valet at a lot on Sunset and got shuttled up the hill to this place. It had been raining all day, but quit shortly before we left for the party, so that was good. Everything was clean and sparkly and the view was definitely worth the price of admission. It was a really cool house that prolly belonged to some B-level producer or one of those random WB stars. It was nice, but not as huge and over-the-top as a lot of those Hill homes can be. It was an open bar and they were definitely not watering down the drinks. I had two. Let's count them. One.Two. After the second, I could barely walk or remember my name. There was really no one of note at the gathering so TNI and I amused ourselves by mocking all the self-absorbed wannabes who had gathered and were drinking themselves into oblivion. We hung out until around 1:00 (I think) and then hitched a ride back down to my car. I promised the driver I'd put him in my next screenplay and he seemed very amused by me. When we got back to the valet, they couldn't find my keys. So there I am, drunk out of my fucking mind and trying to explain to the people that my keys have "a purple carabineer and a compass" on them. I can just imagine how that came out sounding. My keys were finally located and TNI drove us home. I vaguely remember a detour to a Denny's for some food. I couldn't tell you what I ate if you paid me though. So it was a good night. Lots of fun. Too much to drink. I think my tolerance for alcohol is actually getting worse as I get older... and it was never very good to begin with... I'm glad it's Friday. I'm looking forward to a long weekend of not doing anything productive... Today has been "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" day at work. The Mayor and Principal Snyder have both made appearances. Maybe Marsters will drop by for the trifecta. Now THAT would make my day. Happy Friday all!

"Hear no evil, speak no evil... and you'll never be invited to a party." -- Oscar Wilde