First song of the New Year -- <112 : Dance With Me>
The first time away from an actual indoor house for New Year's Eve (NYE). Its would be one of my most interesting experiences. From the beginning...
(doo-li-loo-li-loo...doo-li-loo-li-loo...doo-li-loo-li-loo)
Whenever I'm so motivated to continue you on with the pcn script, something like NYE has to interrupt me. I get into my car and find myself listening to a bunch of slow jams on my way to A.R.'s. Slow songs are starting to become a nuisance to my driving. This type of music doesn't usually get me sleepy when I drive, but now it does. Its those signs of getting old. For some odd reason, whenever I drive to hayward, there's no traffic. Unless I decide to take 880 the whole way. 880 bottleneck is such a whore butt. ((covering mouth)) Woohoo. Jackson St. & 92. Time to exit and I figure that everyone's driving their best because we all know that people still drive when they feel best to drive after drinking. NOT ME!!! *knock²* A.R. answers the door and pulls me in. Much greetings to parents. On our way to San Francisco to drop off A.R. at work. I expected more traffic downtown, but its only 8pm.
<<4 MORE HOURS>>
I'm tired, so I go home, greet my mother, Merry Christmas. Pick up Edcay and meet up with an old friend, Philip and his fiance, Monica. Sweet girl. Interesting couple.
<<3 MORE HOURS>>
I expected driving downtown and finding parking would be a hassle. Why don't we just take the Muni or Bart. Oh well!! We found parking at Embarcadero. We walked to Chevy's because they wanted to drink. Not very surprising, the bar was just bombarded with alcoholics and sweaty balls. Jaiden is such a cutie. Sorry if I spelt her name wrong guys.
<<1 MORE HOUR>>
Shoveling my way through an ocean of people. I would expect fights to break out soon because, youngsters have no patience. But with some luck, behind me a fight was stopped by one of the parties friend. Blacks and Mexicans. Sheesh. Age about 17. Ay ya! So I just watched and continued on through the waves of pushing and shoving. I kind of liked it because there was a lot of females pressing themselves against everyone. Drunk girls on guys shoulders surrounded by horny guys screaming, "Take it off!" The girls return a gesture that they'd would possibly use on themselves on those lonely cold nights. ((covering mouth)) You get the picture. They screamed that, while I yelled out, "Keep it on, just kiss your friend!" And with my fortunate luck, they did. I was very much congratulated. Offered drinks and a puff of some weed, but I declined the offers. Goodness! No drinking of alcoholic substance until my 24th Birthday. The journey continued on getting closer and closer to the main stage where the music was blasting. (hehe...blasting?)
<<15 MINUTES>>
There was once that I almost fell over, but of course, I'll stand strong on my feet, plus, I was kept up by the people around me. The only people that were pushing and shoving people was EVERYONE under 18. I almost lost my party through the whole mess. Somehow, I kept moving and then ended up back to back with Philip. In the distance, we see a bunch of kids jumping up and down on someTHING. Don't know what it is.((foreshadow))
<<5...4...3...2...1>>
Fireworks...fights...more pushing and shoving...everyone kissing strangers...and some other scandalous acts of young adulthood.
<<30 MINUTES INTO 2003>>
The object that those kids were jumping on was a service truck. A city truck I guess that helps people detour to a different area. Fun stuff to watch kids feel power by beating down on an object that they're parents are probably going to get taxed for. Thanks a lot kidos. At this rate, this generation of kids will find themselves with no social security for themselves. Anyway, that was my night. It was an exciting experience.
<<2-3 HOURS LATER>>
Picked up A.R. at work, drove home to SJ and fell asleep with my 2002 gift of warmth in my arms.