Hello 2006. Rowdeezy Reporting for Duty

Fine. Waking up at Noon doesn't quite consitute as reporting for duty, but I think that's just a technicality.
Back to the business at hand. 2005. Finished. Kaput. Personally, I thought I spent much of it constantly looking ahead; trying to forget that beast called 2004 and forging into 2006. But strangely enough, while I was so busy planning for my life in the future, I managed to pull off a couple of cool stunts. Half Dome, Half-Marathon, and Halfway around the world( I touched down in Steamboat Springs, New York, Hong Kong, and Hawaii all in a 2 month span). So, I suppose all was not lost.

This was even one of the best Holiday Seasons I've had in a while(even though this was the first time in years I didn't have my own tree.) In fact, I've racked my brain, but I seriously cannot remember what I did NYE in 2003!! Scary. It was either hellaciously boring or so fucking great that my brain has blocked it so as keep me from being disappointed every year thereafter. Somebody knows! Who was I hanging with? Anyone? Anyone?
The ending of 2005 found me in 1984. Perhaps not my first choice, but I found out just months ago that I have hookup... and guestlist entry on NYE is nothing to scoff at. And besides, premium vodka on the rocks there only cost me $6 a pop. The 80's, now sure I know most of the words to Blister in the Sun and god help me, even Livin' on a Prayer(Hey, no snickers from the peanut gallery!).. but all inhibitions were lost once I ventured into the back room of the Cat Club (you know the cool music is always in "the back room". ) when they played all the cool alternative stuff, including my all time favorite 80's song. A guess ?... Aaah well, when This Charming Man by The Smiths came blaring over the speakers, I lost it. I'm not really sure anymore how one dances to that song.. but last night I didn't care, Dancer's High achieved. And here's another gem.. Sexcrime(1984) by the Eurythmics! Unfortunately, some guy elbowed me while doing his crazy New Wave dancing and I dropped my glass to the ground. And when the glass shattered on the ground, I became That Girl. You know, That Girl. The one who shouldn't be on the dance floor with a drink. But I swear! It was not my fault. The Drag Queens believed me. They reached down and gave me a consoling hug for losing the last drops of my Vanilla on the Rocks. I think they envied my quai-bondage heels. Nooo... I don't think these came in a size 14...

All in all a good night. Not a lick of rain. A fair share of champagne. No City traffic. Sushi dinner. Rowdeezy +3 on the Guest List. Good buzz achieved. This Charming Man. A right handsome desginated driver. No drunk loonies on the freeways. Warm and snuggly in bed by 3am.
HELLO 2006! I hope you and your families had a great passing of the New Year. Much peace and happiness to you all.