I spent New Year’s Eve in West Hollywood, tired of staying home every year. I called up a friend who said he had no plans, and three of us trooped out to festive it up. First stop, Fiesta Cantina, and a giant-sized Corona. We walked up the road to Fubar, admittedly longer than it should have been. Next time, maybe a cab.
I continued to drink, which helped, because the place was dead until after 10:00. Switched to greyhounds, my fave. Unfortunately, it was way too dark for flashless photos.
There were lots more revelers by countdown time.
The music was way too loud, but it was nice to be in a crowd for the turn of the year. I finished with a shot of bourbon, which was probably a bit much. You know that line you try to keep on the other side of, when you cast all restraint aside and just keep drinking? I was so close.
Come on in, 2009, it’s about damned time.
