Meteors, Lips Like Boogers, and Free Electronics
Best New Year's Eve EVER! I ended up going to Caz's downtown on my bike. While riding along the river trail I saw a flash outa the corner of my eye. I looked up to see a falling star, big as Hell, streaking down for a relatively long period of time. "Good one." I thought as I rode along the trail lined with redbud trees all wrapped in X-mas lights. "Beautiful." I said aloud.
I arrived at the bar and went in to find some friends at our usual table so chosen because the web cams cannot see into the little niche where the booth is. The table was covered with thin paper streamers and little plastic bottles. They'd already gone through a 150-count box of poppers and still had two more to go. It was only 7:30.
As the beer flowed like koshered animal blood we began construction of the bi-annual NYE airship to the musical accompaniment of "Lips Like Sugar-------Sugar Kisses..." Only we sang "Lips Like Boogers------Booger Kisses..." The air ship consisted of helium balloons gathered from around the bar all tied to a plastic, glowing SKYY Vodka shot glass into which we put a little card with all our names, the name of the bar, city, and state.
Just before zero minute Jeff Castleberry, the owner of the bar, blasted confetti cannons from the front door. Craig shouted "Holy shit! Some of it's money!" I looked down and sure enough there were folded dollar bills among the confetti all over the floor. Everyone, in their greed, forgot who their friends were and began scavenging the bills like jackals. Jeff then announced that some of the bills had prizes written on them. Craig won a five pound Hershey's chocolate bar. I won the DVD/VCR player. "Now all I need is a TV." I said.
At the correct moment we went into the street and released the air ship. It was an absolutely glorious take-off. The wind was blowing pretty wild and we were worried at first about all the power lines and such but it went smoothly into the black of night, glowing liquid chemical blue long after its silhouette was no longer discernible.
We agreed that the events of this excellent night must be portents of a good year to come.
I must have looked pretty suspicious riding my bike home with a DVD/VCR under my arm in the dead of night.
I arrived at the bar and went in to find some friends at our usual table so chosen because the web cams cannot see into the little niche where the booth is. The table was covered with thin paper streamers and little plastic bottles. They'd already gone through a 150-count box of poppers and still had two more to go. It was only 7:30.
As the beer flowed like koshered animal blood we began construction of the bi-annual NYE airship to the musical accompaniment of "Lips Like Sugar-------Sugar Kisses..." Only we sang "Lips Like Boogers------Booger Kisses..." The air ship consisted of helium balloons gathered from around the bar all tied to a plastic, glowing SKYY Vodka shot glass into which we put a little card with all our names, the name of the bar, city, and state.
Just before zero minute Jeff Castleberry, the owner of the bar, blasted confetti cannons from the front door. Craig shouted "Holy shit! Some of it's money!" I looked down and sure enough there were folded dollar bills among the confetti all over the floor. Everyone, in their greed, forgot who their friends were and began scavenging the bills like jackals. Jeff then announced that some of the bills had prizes written on them. Craig won a five pound Hershey's chocolate bar. I won the DVD/VCR player. "Now all I need is a TV." I said.
At the correct moment we went into the street and released the air ship. It was an absolutely glorious take-off. The wind was blowing pretty wild and we were worried at first about all the power lines and such but it went smoothly into the black of night, glowing liquid chemical blue long after its silhouette was no longer discernible.
We agreed that the events of this excellent night must be portents of a good year to come.
I must have looked pretty suspicious riding my bike home with a DVD/VCR under my arm in the dead of night.
posted by Deri at 2:31 PM
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