So, I haven't been around in awhile, as I've been either across the country doing things, or too sick to care about anything at all beyond getting through classes. That being said, my last post was shortly before New Year's Eve, so I suppose that I ought to explain....no, there is too much. Let me sum up. I'll take things chronologically, mostly for my sake.
New Year's Eve was an incredible night in Downtown New York City, and put me in a mood completely opposite the one I was in at the last post (Which, I believe, ended in the phrase "Fuck adventure"). After a couple of hours on Times Square watching and walking and wandering, I met up with a friend from High School, whom I hadn't seen in a year or more. We moseyed a little more, and decided that Times Square was a complete zoo, and that we had best find NYE plans elsewhere. We rendezvoused with his friend, who then called up HIS friend, making ours a party of 4, 3 of whom were Asian (I was the white kid, for once). They decided that we should go to Korea-Town, so we walked a few blocks up, had some sake, chatted for a bit, walked another few blocks, had some snack-type chicken and beer, Asian-style, walked another few blocks, had an actual meal with two MORE people, and then lost half of our party, and ventured into Central Park, for a surprisingly festive, rather little-known NYE celebration, featuring a 4-mile midnight run, a DJ playing some reasonably good music, and a crowd of thousands of the happiest, friendliest New Yorkers I have ever met. They were all sober - which was surprising, but I later discovered that the whole Central Park celebration was focused on starting the new year out in a healthy, positive manner (hence the midnight run), rather than losing consciousness - and chatty, and perfectly welcoming to foreigners, and I was even assaulted by one fairly attractive young lady at about midnight, which is relatively unheard of on that side of the country. After the clock struck 12, there was an absolutely incredible fireworks display, and a great deal of cheering, music, laughing, smiling, and revelry, which makes me almost certain that I made the right choice in avoiding the Times Square crowd. After we left Central Park, my friend David ended up leaving with the 3rd member of our group, leaving me alone on my way to Union Square to meet up with another friend from Boise, who was just getting into town, and his girlfriend, whom I had chatted with on facebook, etc, but had never actually met. After sitting at a nice, warm diner and having a cup of coffee with them, I have verified that she is good people, and it was absolutely great to see Tom again as well. However, I had no place to stay for the night, so I followed them back to Kelsey's apartment in Brooklyn, and slept like a brick on a hardwood floor, with my parka and sweatshirt serving as blanket and pillow. We got to her apartment at about 4am, which means that I spent 12 hours in the cold, wet city, generally carousing with random strangers, finding and losing company almost hourly, and witnessing the best parts of New York. I call it a win, and only pray that I do something this awesome again in 2011.
QOTD:
"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." - Maya Angelou
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