Organization: Arizona State University
Date: Friday, 8 Jan 1993 15:03:34 MST
From: <IDJMW@ASUACAD.BITNET>jo
Newsgroups: alt.angst
Subject: Re: My New Year's Eve-what the hell
Distribution: world
 <B2i2wB5w165w@noncomf.tdkcs.waterloo.on.ca>


what the hell, my new years eve might as well join the rest

left work early, went to buy a big bottle of thick cheap italian wine
and rent videos. intended to spend the evening ALONE with my wine and
my vcr. 6:30, got dragged out by a coworker for "one drink".
at cheesy college bar close to campus, sitting with group of fellow
asu employees, male and female, some known, some unknown. drink several
pitchers of import and also cheap domestic beer.

bored. drink shots of yagermeister. still bored. unknown male sits
beside me, babbles for hour. i nod alot, watch ESPN on far off tv.
drink more beer. still bored. mind wanders off, thinking of persons
i would RATHER be spending new years eve with, who are, of course,
not present, out of the country, unwilling, or otherwise. nod and
smile at babbling male beside me, still bored. drink more beer.
babbling male thinks new years eve and beer permits him to put hands
on body parts that do not belong to him. i politely tell him to desist.
i move away. he follows. i a little less politely tell him to cut
it out. he ignores me. i tell him to move it or lose it, then

accidentally on purpose spill a beer on his overheated lap. a cheap
domestic beer, not import (why waste decent beer?)

to my horror, karouke starts. moron DJ hands me song book and microphone. i
hand it back. tablemates make fools of themselves, i find phone and check
answering machine to escape from table. i then find remote tv and convince
barmaid to tune on ESPN.

midnight approaches. i return to table, avoiding mr. hands. midnight arrives.
kissing around the table. we finish drinks on the table. i avoid party

hats and streamers and go to parking lot to find my ride. find my ride has
left without me, finding some male companion she'd rather run off with.
i am not pleased. i find another ride, but discover mr. hands also
among passengers, beside me in car, and intent on groping. i consider
which of his fingers to remove first. i deliver elbow to his rib cage. we
arrive at my place. everyone piles out of car and into my living room
for one last drink. we have glass of red wine, still sitting on the table
beside videos. mr. hands says he's SOOO drunk, asks to sleep on my couch.
i refuse. he whines. i refuse. he pleads. i refuse. he gets pissed off. i
offer to drive him home myself, since the rest of the troop seems to be

headed in the opposite direction. we troop back outside. mr. hands
decides he'd rather go back to campus, gets back in car with group.
now 4:00 am.

i return to living room, gather up wine glasses. now totally awake,
pissed off, and stone cold sober. hungry. make complete dinner, steak
potatoes and veggies. watch video. drink more wine. note that i have
to get up in less than 4 hours to work at Fiesta Bowl. still wide
awake. drink more wine. scowl at answering machine, noting that none
of the men i know, scattered about the continent as they are, thought

it necessary to call to say happy new year. throw pillow from couch at
phone and knock it off the hook. leave it off the hook. drink more
wine. catch hour and 1/2 sleep, change clothes, go to campus.
work fiesta bowl in obnoxious blue usher shirt, stand and direct
ticket traffic for 9 hours.

happy new year

yeah right
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