As I’ve said before, if you are hung over after a night out, you did it right. Well, judging by the way I felt yesterday, I had a very successful journey into 2012. Wow, 2012. Just writing it looks weird. I wonder how long it is going to take me to remember that 2011 is gone. Now that the hangover is gone, it’s time for a fresh start.
New Years’ Eve for me, didn’t start off that well. After dealing with my landlord and the boiler guy about the possibility of my walking back into my apartment in the new year with a potential flood, I left my place to catch a bus practically in tears. The only things that saved me were gchatting with my mother, txting with my aunt and bff John and, the fact that I already had my make-up on and really didn’t want to start over.
When I got into the subway, I took out my ipod and started blasting music, then when I got into the city, I went to DD and got an iced caramel latte. By the time I had walked down to Z’s block, my mood was lifting. We broke open a bottle of 2007 Chateauneuf du Pape that I brought over, which was so delicious, turned on a little satc, and set about to plan our night…which, was completely unplanned. Our nights are always like that. We later proved that, even on NYE, we didn’t need a plan…we’re just awesome like that.
After getting ready and grabbing a quick bite, we caught a cab right away and headed over to the Ace Hotel to meet up with some friends who were already standing on line there waiting for us. The Ace Hotel is really an awesome place. It feels like you’re stepping back in time to one of those old American mansions in Long Island; I love the feeling that they engulf you with. So, the Ace Hotel was the perfect place to celebrate the new year.
It was a very long night, with lots of drinking and lots of fun; the best new years’ I’ve had in a long time. I only vaguely remember getting back to Z’s place and crawling under the blankets at nearly six am…but I do remember the awfulness to which I woke up a few hours later. So happy that is over. The day after a hangover I always wake up in such a good mood because I feel infinitely better.
The real success of the evening though, is checking your phone the morning after to assess the damage that might have ensued…aka, drunk dialing/txting. Thankfully, mine only contained one. A txt sent at 523am, a picture of drinks. Innocent enough. The best part was the txt that I got in response to that the next day saying, “omg, were you still drinking at 523am??!!!” I think it is suffice to say that I was.