oops... premature salutation

pass the champagne, throw on your party clothes, call your friends and chug some listerine because new years eve is right around the corner.

'its on like donkey kong, BIAaatch!' (ha!)

thats right, the most anticipated night of the year is only 15 days away.

every year (in october) i ask my friends, 'what are we doing for new years eve?' and every year we say, 'yeah lets plan ahead. it sucked last year when we left everything till last minute and ended up partying with those dwarves down in the east village...'

so we say that, and we throw out a couple of fast and furious ideas via email, but inevitably we always find ourselves better idea thrower-outers, than we are planner-executioners.

which is why we always end up partying with dwarves. ha!

it doesnt help that most of my college friends are on the east coast, and i am... all over the place. i can fly to the east coast, i can fly to the west coast. i can even fly home to chicago.

tell me where the party is, and im there. im easy like that.

im the new years slut of the continental united states.

(im rick james, bitch!) ha!

but despite my fixation with balls dropping (ha!), auld lang syne, champagne, and kisses at midnight, ive never really understood the universal appeal of new years eve. ive never understood why we love new years the way that we do.

for instance:

• why do we like to make a lists of things that we hate about ourselves?
• why do we like to get 24 evites to random parties thrown by people we've never heard of (and will never hear from again)?
• why do we like to shuttle between (the 24 previously mentioned) new years eve parties in search of the 'perfect' party?
• why do we like to get dressed up just to celebrate our ability to count down?
• why do we like to sing songs (that we dont know the words to) with random strangers (who dont know the words either)?
• why do we actually think its fun to drop $100 for water down'd drinks and gi-normous crowds at the baaa-h?
• and most importantly...why do we like to hope that this new years eve just MIGHT be the one; why do we like to torture ourselves with the idea that we just MIGHT meet someone new (hot, intelligent, sexy, interesting, hot, funny, hot etc.) and spontaneously start making out as the clock strikes twelve.

oh c'mon! you hope for it too! thats why you wear clean under wear (because ya neva know). thats why you put on your hottest outfit (because ya never know). thats why you get a little drunk, but not too drunk (because ya neva know). hell! thats why you get alot drunk (because ya neva know). thats why you keep your eyes glued to every person in the room, checking - evaluating - weighing etc (because HEY ya neva know).

except you do know. or at least you should. because you're all exactly like me. youve seen it all, youve done it all, youve heard it all. ive lived through twenty five of these puppies, and ive never had it happen. and if even if it did happen (which im not saying it did), i didnt want it to (necessarily) happen. and since i didnt want it to (necessarily) happen, i refuse to acknowledge that it did. ha!

and even if it did happen (which im not saying it did), i still hold out hope that it could happen again... at least with someone who doesnt have a bigger muscles than me. ha!

but all joking aside, i wrote this post to get a jump start on the new year. i wrote this post to remind myself (and all of you) that giving up and just 'hanging out' is not an option. i wrote this post to suggest that we all should keep our minds, our eyes and our ears open... because sometimes (just sometimes) 'ya neva know'.

and thats the way i want my new year to be.

happy holidays!
hooizz