On New Year’s Day, it seems that everyone reflects on the past year. Mine was a so-so year. 2013 brought someone back into my life, which was the high point for me. My travels – Paris, Hawaii (twice), Vietnam and Santa Fe – were all good, but I actually enjoyed the trips to Hawaii the most. I made new friends in both Vietnam and Hawaii, had a great birthday without planning anything, began really using my DSLR and (!) started this blog. My goal for 2014 is to get my second project, which will remain nameless at this time, off of the ground. I only have one resolution, but that, too, will be kept to myself.
As for how I spent my New Year’s Eve, today’s mantra is “Shoot me now!” if that’s any indication! For the past few days, I’ve had the beginnings of a sore throat and quite possibly a slight fever. I’d made a dinner reservation for 10:00 p.m. last night, intending to have dinner at that restaurant (which is close to my apartment), walk to Amelie for a toast at midnight and easily make my way home. Earlier in the day, I cancelled the dinner reservation, thinking that it might be better to stay home in an attempt to cure my ills. In fact, a guy texted to invite me out for drinks, but I declined. Of course, after a 2 hour nap, I was feeling better and decided to rally. There was half a bottle of French red wine, or about 3 glasses, to keep me company while getting ready. I donned my party dress, my murderous black and gold heels (aren’t they ALL murderous every New Year’s Eve?!) and made my way to the cable car to take me down to Belden Lane. I hobbled into Plouf, which was already rather packed with loads of people standing at the bar. One of the bartenders offered to get a seat for me, though, which I really appreciated. Both the manager and the assistant manager came over to kiss me and wish me a “Happy New Year.” I had 3 glasses of champagne while chatting with both of the bartenders. I was probably there for a couple of hours, but wanted to be at Amelie for the midnight toast. Not trusting public transportation to be running on schedule, I must have left Plouf around 11:00 p.m. My arrival at Amelie was right around 11:40 p.m. There was even a seat at the bar waiting for me. I ordered another glass of champagne, which I was still sipping on when midnight hit. Everyone toasted with hugs and kisses, then I promptly paid my bill and left. When I got to my apartment building, there were a couple of random guys in the lobby. They might have been partying with other building tenants. One of them immediately started trying to flirt with me, but I wasn’t in the mood. He insisted on walking me to my door, was hoping to get invited in (which didn’t happen, of course) and kissed me good night, but not THAT kind of a kiss. My first plan of action was to relieve myself of those murderous, but incredibly cute, heels. After that, I don’t remember much. I woke up this morning feeling like hell, i.e. slightly hung over with an even more sore throat, and hacking away. I drank a bunch of water and went back to sleep. After waking up again, I ate the remainder of that spicy pork sisig burrito from yesterday, which was the perfect remedy! Then I dozed off some more. Now that it’s 2:19 p.m., I might actually be awake for the rest of the day! (I’m getting too old for this, but will probably do something similar next year…)
Happy New Year!