The new year is here. Yippee. I hate New Year's parties. Especially ones in Ovale. I didn't get to do anything I wanted for 2001. As I recall that lovely night, I seem to remember running up and down Pershing avenue looking for my sister (she happened to turn up missing around 11:45pm). I was in my pajamas mind you, running through and around erupting fireworks.
But let me tell you about last New Year's. It had a little more Ovale "flavor" to it...
A few weeks before the big Y2K event, my mail box received an invitation to a huge "Progressive New Year's Block Party!" No, not Progressive as in the music, Progressive as in we start from one end of the street and go from house to house, staying at each for about half an hour, until it was time to wait for the Rapture, or whatever was supposed to happen when 12 rolled around. What it really meant was "Hey, lets make up a reason to go from house to house and get progressively drunk until midnight!"
But the "twist" to it (yeah, a twist...??) was that each house had to have a theme. Like some decade or a country or something. And since I live in a house full of people who couldn't make a quick decision to save their lives, we waited til the day before to pick our theme: Future Fantastic!
Now, I wanted to do something easy like the 60's...but of course by the time I had convinced everyone it was the best choice, some other house picked it. Yes, I was disappointed. I was so excited about it...oh well. So Future Fantastic it was (I deny having anything to do with coming up with the name...) and boy was it fantastic. [insert cheesy grin here]
Not only are we incapable of making decisions but we also tend to go overboard with...everything. So, naturally I get to spend all day covering most of our chairs and tables with aluminum foil (I also spelled out our theme in tasteful aluminum foil letters across the wall in the living room), and sticking anything of mine that glows in the dark on anything that needed it (for example: the ceiling). But I wasn't the only one working. Oh no. There were four of us total attempting to make our house look futuristic (key word: attempting).
We lined the edges of the ceiling in the hallway with those tiny christmas tree lights so that people would know which direction was the kitchen. Not that it was hard to find anyways. It was lit up in all kinds of colorful lights and whatnot, there were spacey looking lava lamps, and an oddly shaped stereo spewing my most treasured trance music. It might have looked supremely awesome if we had lined the foors and walls in black plastic garbage bags like they do for high school dances (damn, why didn't I think of it then...).
We served food in individually sealed plastic wrappers (my mom spent 3 days alone with grandma's Seal-A-Meal) and weird looking veggies on toothpicks that we stuck all over disfigured squash. I think we also had little jello cubes and a huge silver vat of punch.
Everything would have been great if it weren't for all the drunk people. They laughed when I decided to play Mr. Roboto by Styx. Man, I love that song. What the hell do they know anyways!! >:| ...yeah, so luckily our house was the second one visited. By the time we got to the house serving poppers and tequila I thought "Now would be a good time to leave." But my mother insisted that staying would be a good idea. I think she just didn't want to be ditched. It wasn't until we had the pleasure of watching Jesus's "dance," as we like to call it, that really convinced me to get the hell out of there.
So I abandoned the group of wild partygoers, rescued my younger, more innocent sister and we ran all the way around the block to a party my friends were at. What better way to kick off the New Year than with your boyfriend (at the time), his ex who is extremely jealous and hates you, random friends, and your little sister? I know I couldn't have asked for anything better. We had a good time looking at disgusting pictures of peoples gimongous assholes(I will link sometime soon) on the internet, watching reruns of the Man Show, and we also blew up a small porcelain penguin to highlight the evening. Yeah, it's good to live in Ovale.