From: jc@apple.com (jc)
Newsgroups: alt.angst
Subject: My New Year's Eve, too...
Date: 9 Jan 93 00:51:13 GMT
Organization: those who must be kept

I think we all realize by now that New Year's is another one 
of those holidays that can never live up to expectations, 
unless, of course, you are expecting it to really bite -- 
then, invariably, it's worse.

This year, I started out with a fairly positive attitude.  
Psycho Friend was considerably non-psycho at the onset, and 
the earlier part of the day was marred only by a "you should 
be saving your money instead of doing anything interesting or 
fun" (which, in turn, induced a great amount of 
financial/debt-type angst, but that's another story).  So, 
you see, all things considered, things weren't going too 
badly.  Alas, once again, good fortune was only teasing me 
before spitting in my face.

The dance club my friends and I frequent had decided New 
Year's Eve would be it's last night of operation (well, it 
wasn't actually the club that decided this, but rather, the 
promoter, but you knew that's what I meant.)  Anyway, the New 
Year's party was to be held in a different location, but we 
figured all of the regular people we knew from the club would 
be attending (with the exception of the under 21 crowd).  
Wrong, wrong, wrong.  The crowd could hardly have been more 
hostile, and we saw only a few people we sort of knew.  

After finally finding parking, running to the club in the 
rain, being told we needed to wait outside at the door (and 
in the rain) until the cashier inside had caught up, and 
noticing many unfriendly types in line with us, we were 
permitted to pay our $6 cover charge.  Once I realized what 
we had paid to get ourselves into, I wished we had taken a clue 
from the sorts of people we saw waiting in line outside and 
had run back to our car and left.  I try never to be 
judgmental or elitist -- I figure whatever people are into is 
their deal, and if it makes them happy and doesn't hurt 
anybody else, that's just great.  I didn't have a problem 
with the people in the club until they had a problem with me 
and my friends.  So, we looked a bit different, but that 
doesn't give anybody the license to make rude comments or to 
grope me or my friend.

As if all the harassing was not enough ( I was subject to 
lewd comments,  intentional rubbing up against me on the 
dance floor, and other attempts of uninvited touching which 
my SO was able to fend off), Psycho Friend runs into Asshole 
Guy who has been simultaneously stringing her along and 
blowing her off for the last month or two, and she is 
suddenly totally hung up on him again.  Psycho Friend puts up 
with an hour or so of Asshole Guy's games before she demands 
to know where she stands.  He LJBFs her, and she freaks.  
Great, I think, this woman is my designated driver, and she's 
driving my car... in the dark and in the rain and in the 
company of countless drunk drivers and she's very angry and 
depressed.

So, we finally leave after about 30 minutes of bickering with 
the coat check guy who has lost my jacket someplace on the 
floor.  This is when I find out that, somehow, Asshole Guy 
has talked Psycho Friend into giving him a ride home.  We 
take AG home, and he promises to call PF after he gets back 
from Chicago.  Right.  Then PF speeds home, wordlessly, and 
parks the car, jumps out and runs into her apartment before I 
can even get my seatbelt undone.  Fortunately, PF has left 
the door unlocked so my SO and I can make ourselves at home 
on her living room floor.  We see PF once more as she charges 
out of her room, grabs a pint of ice cream, stomps back to 
her room and slams the door. 

The next day, we wait for PF to come out of her room.  She 
doesn't.  I finally check on her at around 2pm.  Despite my 
pleading with her, she refuses to get out of bed and says she 
is going to remain there indefinitely.  She also says she 
can't be around me and my SO when she has just had her heart 
broken.  My SO and I leave.

Happy New Year.

jc