Happy New Years Erybodi...YaaaaaayNew Years, hhmmm....lets seeok, so this used to be my favorite day of the year. I always got butterflies in my stomach just knowing it was about to be a new year! i mean a whole new year! in the "new" year, you can make yourself feel better by saying your going to change, stop beating your kids and put the bottle down, get a real job, etc, you know kinda give yourself another chance...
Because in the new year, you can "start over".ok whatever my friends.new years is just another excuse to get wasted and go to an overpriced overrated club.
This why its not my favorite day anymore...
1. i figured, you can change your lifestyle at any moment, any day, any time. You dont need it to be a new freaking year... i mean, what about other cultures who start their year on a whole 'nother day?2. New Years eve can get a bit overrated. I mean with all the "places to be" and choosing the best "place to be" and hoping you choose the best most funnest "place to be" when the clock hits midnight, etc. this night can get a bit complicated.3. Unless you VIP, all the club parties are overpricedok, lemme stop, who am i kidding? i still love new years eve! (I still think clubs can be overrated). but its this vibe in the air that night. you can start conversation and make out with people just because its new years, like you dont even need to say much but, "Happy New Years...muah!"
This new year was my first one out of the country so i was even more careful not to get my hopes too high since i do have high party standards, from being around some of the best party people/dancers/dj's. This usually ruins my life when im away from where that exist.
Also, i have an apartment full of bay area fam so really even just us together is a party.
Joicy got sick unfortunately so she decided to stay home with her bf and so me and the other girls decided to toast at home first then hit the streets for some fun...
It was actually a great idea because not only will we all be together but we had the best view from our apartment to see the fireworks.
ok, so Julie, Shivani and I loaded a big plastic bottle with tons of vodka and oj, bcus its ok to drink in the street in Milan, as long as you dont have a glass container, and began on our stroll.
We had a list of all the FREE parties to go to and so we were off, with the occasional pop squat, we made it to what we thought was a party and it totally sucked... so we proceeded, for we were determined to dance this night.
I really didnt want my life to turn into 200 cigarettes where we became lame and desperate for a NYE party (i guess this is what happens when you dont make plans and instead just "blow with the wind" like we did)
We finally decided to go to Plastic, the "place to be" even though it was waays away. We tried to pull a taxi over but they would just pass by and wave like wtf... we then got all self conscientious thinking they wouldn't stop for us because we looked like hookers!!! (we later found out that cabs at that time -1 maybe 2am- dont stop unless you've phoned them or your at a taxi cab stop that they have here...hmm) so even though we probably did look like hookers that wasnt the reason why they weren't stopping.
So we end up at the tax cab station with the help of these young Egyptian boys that were real nice and respectful...
Because in the new year, you can "start over".ok whatever my friends.new years is just another excuse to get wasted and go to an overpriced overrated club.
This why its not my favorite day anymore...
1. i figured, you can change your lifestyle at any moment, any day, any time. You dont need it to be a new freaking year... i mean, what about other cultures who start their year on a whole 'nother day?2. New Years eve can get a bit overrated. I mean with all the "places to be" and choosing the best "place to be" and hoping you choose the best most funnest "place to be" when the clock hits midnight, etc. this night can get a bit complicated.3. Unless you VIP, all the club parties are overpricedok, lemme stop, who am i kidding? i still love new years eve! (I still think clubs can be overrated). but its this vibe in the air that night. you can start conversation and make out with people just because its new years, like you dont even need to say much but, "Happy New Years...muah!"
This new year was my first one out of the country so i was even more careful not to get my hopes too high since i do have high party standards, from being around some of the best party people/dancers/dj's. This usually ruins my life when im away from where that exist.Also, i have an apartment full of bay area fam so really even just us together is a party.
Joicy got sick unfortunately so she decided to stay home with her bf and so me and the other girls decided to toast at home first then hit the streets for some fun...
It was actually a great idea because not only will we all be together but we had the best view from our apartment to see the fireworks.
ok, so Julie, Shivani and I loaded a big plastic bottle with tons of vodka and oj, bcus its ok to drink in the street in Milan, as long as you dont have a glass container, and began on our stroll.
We had a list of all the FREE parties to go to and so we were off, with the occasional pop squat, we made it to what we thought was a party and it totally sucked... so we proceeded, for we were determined to dance this night.
I really didnt want my life to turn into 200 cigarettes where we became lame and desperate for a NYE party (i guess this is what happens when you dont make plans and instead just "blow with the wind" like we did)
We finally decided to go to Plastic, the "place to be" even though it was waays away. We tried to pull a taxi over but they would just pass by and wave like wtf... we then got all self conscientious thinking they wouldn't stop for us because we looked like hookers!!! (we later found out that cabs at that time -1 maybe 2am- dont stop unless you've phoned them or your at a taxi cab stop that they have here...hmm) so even though we probably did look like hookers that wasnt the reason why they weren't stopping.
So we end up at the tax cab station with the help of these young Egyptian boys that were real nice and respectful...
vroom vroom, bottle was absolutely gone and so were we... we were off to the gayest club in town!!! this means a few things but most importantly it means dancing dancing dancing!
Of course we get there, there is a huge line at 2am, and the cover is 70 euro which equals $100. WTF! I kinda already knew that before going since my boys were already there. But come on, this wasn't the first or last time a plan of action had to immediately take place in order for us to party for $free.99.....
So i discuss the plan of action with the girls.
The lil fairy at the door signals us with his wand to come in. the big bouncer man lets us in. we are supposed to make another line to pay. we instead turn left and walk in through the back door- giving us a spare $300!
Yay happy we go straight to the stage of course and begin dancing on top whatever we could get on, or maybe that was just me at that point... hhmm i dont know if its becasue im a shorty or because my inner rockstar wants to come out....
We danced and sung to The Supremes translated in Italian, lol...
and yes we danced danced danced
we even sung sung sung, and i know this time i wasnt the only one singing i heard Shivani hitting them high Prince notes i was just the only one that got a picture taken...lol
The shit got blurry.... oooeeee
"its 6am and we still at the club... this joint isnt closing until 9am"... uhhh things weren't that blurryso we jumped on a cab and went home.
It was a little adventure, like almost always, it was fun just trying to get to the place. We had tons of fun.
Happy 2010.
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