The Hottest of New Years Eve Messes
December 31st will be the fourth time I celebrate New Years Eve in New York City, and I can’t wait to ring in 2010 with a BANG, ifyouknowwhatimean. I’m anxious to see what the night has in store –- although I have several pretty good ideas about how it might go. The previous NYEs in the city have been nothing less than crazy, entertaining and absolutely ludicrous –- complete with hot mess stories that I will pass on to my grandchildren, who will tell their grandchildren, who will say, “Great Great Great Granny Sara was a legend –- the hottest of all New Years Eve messes.” And my debauchery will live on in infamy.
And even though I might share these ridiculous stories with my (adult) grandkids, I just can’t find the courage to post such amazing tales on the internet -– mostly because I’ve tried writing them out, and they just don’t have the same effect as they do verbally. EVERY LITTLE DETAIL of these encounters is critical and giving EVERY LITTLE DETAIL involves a great deal of oversharing, which I am not interested in doing at the moment.
I wish I could just lay it all out there and tell you about each and every absurdity from New Years Eves Past… like how in 2006, I brought a boy I’d been seeing as my date to a party, and kissed an adorable boy from Alabama at midnight instead. Or how in 2007, I busted my face and my camera and my ego, all in a short matter of hours. Or how in 2008, I accidentally stole a man’s coat, got trapped in the middle of a champagne fight and had a boy pour MY entire drink down HIS bare chest.
But I can’t.
Here’s hoping this New Years Eve gives me lots to talk about on January 1st and that 2010 is full of many, many more amazing stories.
