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mini-BULLETTIME: Some ups & downs of a sober New Years Eve.

So yeah, I almost forgot New Years' was up & coming until about Wednesday. So I made some last minute plans based on what I found out from friends. There was some play and then a dance after; I couldn't afford the play, but the dance was free so naturally I crashed that part of the festivities.

so, bullettime--in brief:
  • up: I had a fucking blast by the end of it. Danced in the New Year, kissed people (only pecking; a bit lame, I guess, but hotter than nothing), and otherwise enjoyed myself quite exhuastively.
  • down: Despite appearances, I can be painfully shy. I ended up meandering the snack/coffee area for like 20minutes because I knew no one. Well, almost no one; the few I did know kept disappearing on me....
  • up: I eventually did find some people I knew. After talking for a while we got to the dancing. We rocked that place hard core.
  • down-ish: I guess I didn't get much better at breaking out of my shell....
  • down-ish: Hell, I still struggled, as usual, to get into the whole...dancing...thing. Whether it's true or not, I seem to think I'm a terrible dancer and get badly self-conscious.
  • down/up: The thought did occur that alcohol used to make most of the above downs/down-ishes easier to deal with. However, I used that knowledge as motivation to try and get over it and have a good time.
  • up: I did, mostly, got over it and, overall, had a really goddamn good time. So that was a success, I'd say.
  • up: Now I've got a good bundle of folks to go clubbing with. Yay. Now I can pretend to be a real gay. 
  • up: Found out Midtown won't steal my soul, at least not at their dances. Good to know since they organize bunches of them and apparently they're goodtimes. 
  • mega-up: No hangover! 
So, I guess that bullettime wasn't as brief as I'd expected; still on the shorter end of the scale, I'm sure.

Meanwhile, along with nearly not having plans for NYE, I totally haven't spent much time reflecting on the year or considering resolutions for the new one. I'll hafta post later on some'a that, I guess.

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