New Year’s Eve
Friday, December 31st, 2004I suppose I should be working on an end-of-year list or resolutions or something. I guess I’ll work on something like that later today.
I just can’t win with that lesbian custody story I’ve been following. Now, both sides are mad at me for presenting “biased” information, claiming that my research was shoddy, and heatedly implying that I am the source of all that is evil and unjust in the world. At least since both sides are uspet, I’m pretty sure I did my job of presenting a balanced piece. Yay me!
I’ve developed a bad habit in typing. Among the more mundane typos of my shoddy typing skills, I’ve somehow fallen into a muscle memory habit of always typing “g-n” where it should be “n-g” – having to go back and fix it every single time I use a word ending in “ing.” Grr. Argh.
No plans for tonight. My options are:
1) Family NYE party – that’s right, the Mormons are busting out the non-alcoholic sparkling cider and staying up until 12:05 a.m. There will be card games, board games, family gossip and watching people have real parties on television. Carson Daly and/or Regis will probably be involved.
2) Big “Official” downtown ruckus with fireworks and music (mostly local unheard of bands) and cultural stuff. Drawbacks: expensive admission and parking trouble.
3) Visit a local gay bar which will undoubtedly be packed to capacity with everyone trying to get a drink at the same time, getting cranky that they cannot move around easily, getting more cranky because they can’t be seen by every possible trick in the room.
4) Hide in my room with X-Men: Legends on the PS2 and the rest of Buffy Season 7.
I’m leaning toward option #4 right now. Least expensive, least stressful. Maybe 2005 should begin on as stress-free a note as possible. Set the tone for the year, right?
Having lived in Vegas for the last several years, NYE was one of those times of year when it didn’t matter where you went or what you did, it was going to be crowded and loud. Major rock stars came into town (I hear they got Alanis Morisette – the future Mrs. Ryan Reynolds if she can keep him away from me – this year), there wasn’t a place in the valley where you couldn’t see the fireworks, and people seemed intent on having a good time. NYE was a big deal – like it is in NYC. In Mormonia here, it’s an afterthought to Christmas and I’m more concerned about how I’d drive 30 minutes from the downtown area to my home with that many cops on the road.
I watched “Storyteller” from Buffy S7 last night. I know a great many people didn’t care for it, but I have a soft spot for the episode. It’s on that list of “the one episode per season that always makes me cry.” Andrew’s big confession always gets to me – more even then earlier and later deaths of long beloved characters. I was talking with some RL friends about Andrew yesterday and all of them had a similar reaction to him – they felt that they were cheated by “The Girl in Question.” As one of them pointedly commented, “those girls he was with had better have been his fag hags!” I knew I had a crush on Tom Lenk, but until yesterday I never knew that other gay boys were fond of him. Anyway, if Xander was Joss manifest in the show, then Andrew was the internet fan base given corporeal form – able to crush on the cast, offer silly or disturbingly accurate commentary, hero worshipping and wishing to be included in the gang, etc.
I miss Andrew.
