Harbinger of the year to come...
Wow. Where the fuck to begin? It has been, without a doubt, the most insane weekend I can remember ever having experienced, bar none. I feel the need to write a coherent and complete, but not excessively verbose, account of the last four days, so that when my memory of it fades (it's already started,) I'll have some kind of record of it's existence, and can relive it vicariously through my own words...this is exactly why I started doing this blog thing in the first place...
All of this is just one more thing I can chalk up to my now-confirmed "charmed life" status. As it stood prior to this weekend, my social life since moving to the carolinas was the best it's ever been, but now it appears that I've had the unbelievably good fortune to run into and been welcomed into the coolest, hippest, most fun social circle known to mankind.
Thursday, Dec 30:
No real plans for NYE, primarily because I've got to work both NYE and NYD (that's New Year's Eve and New Year's Day Mike, not airport codes...) Suck. Then I get a call from a friend asking if I wanted to accompany her and her cute (female) playmate to the Carolina Friends/Estate all-weekend New Year's party. Sure, why not? It's close, sounds like a good time, and I can probably do it in between working. Plus, as a rule, I try to never say "no" to the prospect of chicks making out. Soon thereafter, I'm talking to another friend online via IM, and it turns out she's not doing anything either, so I invite her to the shindig.
Friday, Dec. 31:
Work, make arrangements to fly to the friend's, where she can pick me up from the airport, then drive back to Charlotte with her. We chit chat, have a generally good time, get ready, get invited to another friend's party, but can't make it due to time constraints, head on over to the hotel for the party. After signing in, we get a few drinks and start to watch people there. The flyer I saw recommended that men wear jackets and ties, but didn't make any indication as to the dress code for women. As a result, women had everything from sub-casual (jeans/t-shirts, some of very questionable taste...) to prom-looking dresses, to cocktail dresses, to formal dresses (not sure if those last two are the same thing,) it was pretty interesting to see how various people and their dates interpreted those very loose guidelines. After a couple hours of people-watching, not seeing/finding/reaching the friend who had invited me, we wandered around a bit more, had the midnight toast, and proceeded to the "hospitality suite".
Saturday, Jan. 1
Spent an our or two in the hospitality suite, where they had snacks/food, so just milled about talking to people, met some cool ones, some totally bizarre/whacked ones, pretty people, ugly people, thin/fat/smart/not-so-smart, drunk/high/sober, you name it, they were there...there must have been a thousand people at the hotel, it was madness. Went from room to room on the hospitality floor (all rooms were pretty much open) Followed some people around to different people's rooms on other floors after having chatted them up, did some things, saw some sights, drank some drinks, had some jello shots, met some people, switched groups, wandered to more rooms, switched groups again, visited more rooms, then ended up in S and L's room. Unbeknownst to me, these two have been involved with CF forever, and are a couple of the most welcoming individuals one could ever hope to meet. Also met H and J there, and all of us absolutely hit it off. They really seem to have warmly accepted me into their little (or far from little if what I'm told is to be believed) circle, and I'm both excited and grateful...the possibilities are endless with these guys! Finally wandered out of the room with H&J at something like 9am, slept for a couple hours at their place, went in to work for a few hours, showered, changed, met J&H, headed to the Estate. Partied there for several hours, drank, caroused, socialized with many of my new friends, mingled, had some fun...
Sunday, Jan. 2
One thing I've learned, and that I'll need to do more research on, is that E, (or X, depending on what you call it; my current theory is that it's regional, like the pop/soda debate...) Viagra, and excessive alcohol consumption do NOT mix. After taking and enjoying the E for a couple hours (that was fun, haven't had any in many, many years...), drinking more than usual the whole time, and after the Viagra should have kicked in, I had no trouble getting it up, but no matter how long we went at it, and how enjoyable it was, wasn't able to "complete" the primary task at hand. Interesting...
Come five am, I'm realizing that I should be at work, and having been told by those around me that I was in no shape to undertake anything of that nature, I called out. No worries since I'm basically jobless after Tuesday anyway. Got invited to S&L's for a Sunday "recovery" party, thanked them, decided to attend. After hearing that I called out of work, insisted that I follow them home and stay the night. Get out to the fabulous digs, (quite a fight, as I was unbelieveably sleepy/tired/spent) hot tubbed with L for a while, then nodded off for a couple hours.
People start arriving around noon, and it's a fabulous day filled with football, food, beverages, and camaraderie, what a crowd! Many who see me tell me that I should try and get a nap in, that they really don't know how I look normally, but I appear to greatly need some rest! I tell them, of course, that I'm fine, and that I'll be OK once I get my second (eighteenth) wind...how wrong I was! Get a call mid afternoon from my dear dear friend D who I'd not seen in far too long, wanting to know if I could see her later that night...of course! So I promise to call her back indicating when I'd be able to get down her way, bid her adieu. Party some more, hot tub some more, then mysteriously completely zonk the fuck out. One would think that with a house full of exceptionally loud drunken revelers, that people wouldn't be able to sleep, but the human body is an amazing and wondrous thing, believe you me...
Monday, Jan. 3
Once I awoke from my stupor, I realize that I've completely blown off D, the guilt! Nor have I even so much as called her to tell her I couldn't make it! Surely I'm on the outs indefinitely for this one...will need to figure out a way to make this up to her...I'm also at that point thinking that the feasibility of making my shift at 5am is also fairly miniscule, so I call out just to be safe...socialize a little more with the straggling partygoers, then crash once again...
Up at the crack of noon, lunch and chat with and try to thank S&L for their gracious hospitality, hope to make it all up to them somehow someday, what fabulous hosts! Head home to actually decompress, sleep, and generally veg out! What a weekend...
I'm sure I'm forgetting key occurrences, but there was literally way too much going on to remember, and this whole entry is nonsensical and disjointed enough without trying to cram more in. To those that have read thus far, I thank you, and wish there was something I could do to reward you for your herculean dedication, this is far worse than waiting out a long joke for a lame punchline, you won't even get that here, sorry.
We'll now return to our normal, semi-witty, much more brief, and relevant commentary...
All of this is just one more thing I can chalk up to my now-confirmed "charmed life" status. As it stood prior to this weekend, my social life since moving to the carolinas was the best it's ever been, but now it appears that I've had the unbelievably good fortune to run into and been welcomed into the coolest, hippest, most fun social circle known to mankind.
Thursday, Dec 30:
No real plans for NYE, primarily because I've got to work both NYE and NYD (that's New Year's Eve and New Year's Day Mike, not airport codes...) Suck. Then I get a call from a friend asking if I wanted to accompany her and her cute (female) playmate to the Carolina Friends/Estate all-weekend New Year's party. Sure, why not? It's close, sounds like a good time, and I can probably do it in between working. Plus, as a rule, I try to never say "no" to the prospect of chicks making out. Soon thereafter, I'm talking to another friend online via IM, and it turns out she's not doing anything either, so I invite her to the shindig.
Friday, Dec. 31:
Work, make arrangements to fly to the friend's, where she can pick me up from the airport, then drive back to Charlotte with her. We chit chat, have a generally good time, get ready, get invited to another friend's party, but can't make it due to time constraints, head on over to the hotel for the party. After signing in, we get a few drinks and start to watch people there. The flyer I saw recommended that men wear jackets and ties, but didn't make any indication as to the dress code for women. As a result, women had everything from sub-casual (jeans/t-shirts, some of very questionable taste...) to prom-looking dresses, to cocktail dresses, to formal dresses (not sure if those last two are the same thing,) it was pretty interesting to see how various people and their dates interpreted those very loose guidelines. After a couple hours of people-watching, not seeing/finding/reaching the friend who had invited me, we wandered around a bit more, had the midnight toast, and proceeded to the "hospitality suite".
Saturday, Jan. 1
Spent an our or two in the hospitality suite, where they had snacks/food, so just milled about talking to people, met some cool ones, some totally bizarre/whacked ones, pretty people, ugly people, thin/fat/smart/not-so-smart, drunk/high/sober, you name it, they were there...there must have been a thousand people at the hotel, it was madness. Went from room to room on the hospitality floor (all rooms were pretty much open) Followed some people around to different people's rooms on other floors after having chatted them up, did some things, saw some sights, drank some drinks, had some jello shots, met some people, switched groups, wandered to more rooms, switched groups again, visited more rooms, then ended up in S and L's room. Unbeknownst to me, these two have been involved with CF forever, and are a couple of the most welcoming individuals one could ever hope to meet. Also met H and J there, and all of us absolutely hit it off. They really seem to have warmly accepted me into their little (or far from little if what I'm told is to be believed) circle, and I'm both excited and grateful...the possibilities are endless with these guys! Finally wandered out of the room with H&J at something like 9am, slept for a couple hours at their place, went in to work for a few hours, showered, changed, met J&H, headed to the Estate. Partied there for several hours, drank, caroused, socialized with many of my new friends, mingled, had some fun...
Sunday, Jan. 2
One thing I've learned, and that I'll need to do more research on, is that E, (or X, depending on what you call it; my current theory is that it's regional, like the pop/soda debate...) Viagra, and excessive alcohol consumption do NOT mix. After taking and enjoying the E for a couple hours (that was fun, haven't had any in many, many years...), drinking more than usual the whole time, and after the Viagra should have kicked in, I had no trouble getting it up, but no matter how long we went at it, and how enjoyable it was, wasn't able to "complete" the primary task at hand. Interesting...
Come five am, I'm realizing that I should be at work, and having been told by those around me that I was in no shape to undertake anything of that nature, I called out. No worries since I'm basically jobless after Tuesday anyway. Got invited to S&L's for a Sunday "recovery" party, thanked them, decided to attend. After hearing that I called out of work, insisted that I follow them home and stay the night. Get out to the fabulous digs, (quite a fight, as I was unbelieveably sleepy/tired/spent) hot tubbed with L for a while, then nodded off for a couple hours.
People start arriving around noon, and it's a fabulous day filled with football, food, beverages, and camaraderie, what a crowd! Many who see me tell me that I should try and get a nap in, that they really don't know how I look normally, but I appear to greatly need some rest! I tell them, of course, that I'm fine, and that I'll be OK once I get my second (eighteenth) wind...how wrong I was! Get a call mid afternoon from my dear dear friend D who I'd not seen in far too long, wanting to know if I could see her later that night...of course! So I promise to call her back indicating when I'd be able to get down her way, bid her adieu. Party some more, hot tub some more, then mysteriously completely zonk the fuck out. One would think that with a house full of exceptionally loud drunken revelers, that people wouldn't be able to sleep, but the human body is an amazing and wondrous thing, believe you me...
Monday, Jan. 3
Once I awoke from my stupor, I realize that I've completely blown off D, the guilt! Nor have I even so much as called her to tell her I couldn't make it! Surely I'm on the outs indefinitely for this one...will need to figure out a way to make this up to her...I'm also at that point thinking that the feasibility of making my shift at 5am is also fairly miniscule, so I call out just to be safe...socialize a little more with the straggling partygoers, then crash once again...
Up at the crack of noon, lunch and chat with and try to thank S&L for their gracious hospitality, hope to make it all up to them somehow someday, what fabulous hosts! Head home to actually decompress, sleep, and generally veg out! What a weekend...
I'm sure I'm forgetting key occurrences, but there was literally way too much going on to remember, and this whole entry is nonsensical and disjointed enough without trying to cram more in. To those that have read thus far, I thank you, and wish there was something I could do to reward you for your herculean dedication, this is far worse than waiting out a long joke for a lame punchline, you won't even get that here, sorry.
We'll now return to our normal, semi-witty, much more brief, and relevant commentary...
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