Sinister: my new year's eve story

[heather emes]

hello to everyone residing in sinister land.  i hope all is well with each & 
every one of you.  i just wanted to tell the tale of my new year's eve.  the 
day started with me poking my head out from under a ton of blankets, 
anxiously watching the news for rising signs of mayhem.  i stared at the 
tube for an hour before i headed out to work.  i was preoccupied with 
impending doom all day, & for no reason at all.  the thought never even 
crossed my mind before then, except in jest.  i worked until 3:00 p.m. 
(well, if you consider playing "buffy's stake house" & talking to my friends 
on the phone working, then i was busting my hump) & had decided to go to the 
party i was invited to.  i was leery about even leaving the house after 
dark, but i figured i'd be surrounded by good people & my ever-loyal 
security blanket, mr. alcohol.  the party was jumpin' & the bass was 
pumpin'.  i haven't had that much fun in a long time.  for once, i did a lot 
of mingling & was kind of disappointed that the major reaction to the query, 
"1999 was a pretty good year for me, how 'bout you?", was, "IT SUCKED."  but 
i refused to let my friends' lameness spoil my spirits, which i drank an 
awful lot of.  i slinked around, with a bottle of pink champagne in one hand 
& in the other a noise-maker which i held like a cigarette, kissing people 
on the cheek & wishing them a happy new year.  then the cutest thing ever 
happened at midnight.  my ex-boyfriend (who 2 & 1/2 years ago completely 
obliterated my heart, twice, but has since been a good friend & the best 
disco date ever) asked me to kiss him.  so i did.  it was precious.  after 
that we all danced to really bad music, but i had a good time by myself with 
a new toy.  someone had brought along a black plastic hat with some cheesy 
new year's  2000 saying on it & so i grabbed it & proceeded to bust michael 
jackson moves with it, singing the wrong lyrics to "rock with you" & "billie 
jean".  then my friend christopher stepped on it & broke it.  from then on i 
told a few people i'd get their phone numbers before they left, repeatedly, 
& never did, played fussball badly, & somehow ended up a mummy wrapped in 
electrical tape.  how i got upstairs like that i'll never know!  almost 
everyone slept over, which is good, because we were all very dangerously 
intoxicated.  all in all, it was a great start for the year 2000.  how 'bout 
the rest of you?

yours truly,
heather e.
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