Hello from Queens, everybody.
There was a lot of shit that went down last night. Obviously Matt and Jeremy weren't involved since they were in the Reuter's control room all night. I half expected a blog from them while in there, but they were busy (getting trashed). While the whole story will take some time for me to remember and then write down, IU would like to go over a few of the highpoints of our new years eve.
Snow - yes, it was snowing in NY yesterday. Not all day, how3ever. There was some snow in the morning, which eventually died down, but by mid-afternoon the then rain all of a sudden became snow again. This was some funny, and inopportune timing since Rich had just bought an umbrella for the rain, and we were walking from Time's Square to the pier to pick up my Cousin/Niece? Jessi.
Mariah - oh Mariah, you're on fire. Many off the people in our party (not me) were down stairs to see Mariah Carey leave our hotel and go to the stage. Many took picure, some took Video, but Rich walked away with the best prize, taking Mariah into the janitor's closet and nailing her like . . . well like Matt's mom.
Friends - by the end of the evening, we had a large posse floating between the rooms, and that is what made the evening great. We went to Thai food, got drunk, watched shit from the window, went downstairs to get near the crowd, etc. Friends make events better.
After Party? - The events that happened before and after the whole evening at the hotel were probably the most fun for me. After it was over we wandered down to times sqaure, walked around amidst all of the confetti, people, cops, and general mayhem that existed. It was cool. Chowning talked to a guy from the post, and I yelled into a camera that some random person put in front of my face. On the subway back everyone was tired. Another passenger was so tired that when the subway stopped, he (then asleep) fell off of the bench and knocked his head on the floor real good. He awoke really confused.
There is more to tell, but I am in an uncomforable position. Later.
There was a lot of shit that went down last night. Obviously Matt and Jeremy weren't involved since they were in the Reuter's control room all night. I half expected a blog from them while in there, but they were busy (getting trashed). While the whole story will take some time for me to remember and then write down, IU would like to go over a few of the highpoints of our new years eve.
Snow - yes, it was snowing in NY yesterday. Not all day, how3ever. There was some snow in the morning, which eventually died down, but by mid-afternoon the then rain all of a sudden became snow again. This was some funny, and inopportune timing since Rich had just bought an umbrella for the rain, and we were walking from Time's Square to the pier to pick up my Cousin/Niece? Jessi.
Mariah - oh Mariah, you're on fire. Many off the people in our party (not me) were down stairs to see Mariah Carey leave our hotel and go to the stage. Many took picure, some took Video, but Rich walked away with the best prize, taking Mariah into the janitor's closet and nailing her like . . . well like Matt's mom.
Friends - by the end of the evening, we had a large posse floating between the rooms, and that is what made the evening great. We went to Thai food, got drunk, watched shit from the window, went downstairs to get near the crowd, etc. Friends make events better.
After Party? - The events that happened before and after the whole evening at the hotel were probably the most fun for me. After it was over we wandered down to times sqaure, walked around amidst all of the confetti, people, cops, and general mayhem that existed. It was cool. Chowning talked to a guy from the post, and I yelled into a camera that some random person put in front of my face. On the subway back everyone was tired. Another passenger was so tired that when the subway stopped, he (then asleep) fell off of the bench and knocked his head on the floor real good. He awoke really confused.
There is more to tell, but I am in an uncomforable position. Later.
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