I rang in my 2007 by goofing off for several hours at The Drake hotel in Chicago. My friend on the far right insisted that we begin the evening by getting a nice (read: non-drunken) photo of ourselves. I'm on the left and my sister is in the middle. This was the only picture taken for several hours.
This photo was taken right as we were preparing to count down to the New Year. My sister kept trying to leave to go to the bathroom, but I argued with her to make her stay. In the end, she agreed that she wouldn't go if I agreed that it would be my fault if she peed herself on the dance floor. I agreed that it would be my fault.
Here's what the ballroom looked like just before the balloon drop.
Here I am in action, ringing in the New Year. I continued operating the noise maker for a long time after until it broke. Then I fixed it and started operating it some more until some guy that was hitting on my sister told me to stop. I diffused the tense situation by telling him that he was terrible, and then continued on with my noise-making. I noted in my drunken state that I may have hurt his feelings, but opted not to dwell on it.
Here we are growing progressively drunker...
...and drunker...
...and drunkest. I don't know why I always make this angry/constipated face in pictures while drunk. Maybe I'm just trying to appear contemplative.
Here's my sister standing outside of the women's restroom. She's happy because she finally got to pee. Also, she's excited that I showed her the way to the secret restroom located where few people dared to venture. She has a balloon tied around her waist so that we can spot her in crowds.
New friend #1: I screamed gibberish at this guy for a really long-time not long after midnight. It was nice to have made a new friend.
New Friend #2: This is an old guy that introduced himself to me after I pointed out that a pen had burst in his front shirt pocket. He told me that he preferred to date girls my age, but that they always seemed to have 'daddy issues.' I pointed out that this was probably because he was older than their fathers. He was a psychiatrist, and I begged him not to use his psycho voo-doo on me. Afterwards, he flattered every aspect of my personality by saying things like I had a 'hearty laugh' and a 'firm handshake' and 'nice boobs.' Then he asked me what my ancestry was, and I told him that I was Swiss. He replied that the Swiss make good breeding stock. I emitted another hearty laugh. Good breeding stock indeed.
My sister ran around coddling this baby deer statue to her breast for a long time until one of the hotel security guards got mad. For some reason, he calmed down once he realized that it wasn't a planter. Then he told us that it was funny, but that he had to take it away. Afterwards, he stood around holding the baby deer while everyone milled about getting ready to leave.
Here we are in the lobby of the hotel waiting for our cab. I can't recall exactly what I was feeling at the moment, but I think I must have been sad that the party went by so fast.
Happy 2007! I can already tell it's going to be a good year.
-EEK
14 comments:
Great pictures. What you say in your profile has turned out to be true. You do make that face.
So far in 2007, I've learned that cleavage makes a terrific cellphone holder. This year's going to be awesome.
Good pics.
1. You got hit on by a bloated old man who wanted to use his psycho-babble to get you in the sack. Way to go! That's super-b.
2. Is cleavage the best place to store New Year's Eve noisemakers? I was caught unawares.
3. You look, in the pic where you say you look constipated, like you are trying to divide 152 by 11 in your head.
:)
Happy new year! Besides being of good stock, the Swiss make good hot chocolate and watches.
I'll have to remember that about the swiss when I'm shopping for breeders. This blog is so informative.
And what's with all the holes in the cheese?
That old guy was gross and creepy and not flattering in the least...Unless all that talk about hardy handshakes and Swiss breeders is part of the psycho voodoo. That face looks less constipated and more like you could kick my ass.
Happy New Year!
You should write this kind of blog BEFORE the party. I never know where the hot chicks are going to be.
I wonder how many girls your age that Psych guy dates with lines like "good breeding stock" and "nice boobs"?
No really I want to know if that works.
That old guy's got "daughter issues". But your cleave does look fantastic. Good work!
That's a smart friend who insists on a before the drunk picture.
Looks like you guys had a great time... where did the deer come from? do I want to know?
Trevor -- I'm known and frequently harassed for making that face, which is really, really, really sad. People can be so cruel.
Think Frustrated -- The old man also smelled terrible. He was generally terrible all around, but that didn't stop me from chatting with him for an indeterminate amount of time.
Neil -- and Nobel prizes. Our Nobel prizes are the best Nobel prizes in the world.
Othurme -- The holes in swiss cheese result from the fact that the Swiss get just as shooty as everybody else. We're known as a peace-loving/neutral/wussy sort of culture, however, so we prefer to shoot our cheese instead of our people.
Churlita -- I actually have a black belt in the art of ass-kickery. Typically I try to conceal this fact so that I can catch my enemies unawares, but when I'm drunk my ability to do so wanes.
Killer -- oh you! The thought of that old man's lines ever working makes me feel mildly...wait, no...incredibly nausious.
Cover Your Mouth -- Thanks. I'd put on about five pounds since buying that dress, which made me feel a little self-conscious regarding my bust region until I remembered that the drinking would make me forget all about it.
Margaret -- She's a lot smarter than me. I kept trying to talk her into putting it off until later because I really wanted to go refill my drink.
Woman With Kids -- The deer came from the multitudes of tacky Christmas decorations they had strewn up all over the place. It also had a Mother and Father, but they would have been too cumbersome to cart around.
Great pictures! I think the constipated look will be the new rage this year. ;)
Happy New Year! Found you through Neilochka.
Happy New Year EEK...you look darn good in those pictures...the drunk face thing might be an accountant thing...cuz I have a brother who does the same thing or look when he's drunk..
I love that hotel security felt the need to confinscate the deer. Why do people think that being hotel security means they have an obligation to protect plastic wildlife but not my purse?
What's better than young women, a camera, and booze? You just KNOW you're going to get a constipated face in there somewhere.
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