HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

New Year celebration was really, really fun. I was enjoying it so much I nearly cried. Happy 2008, everyone!

I was under the impression that I’d be spending New Year alone and miserable. Boy, was I wrong. It started with my calling everyone back home, greeting and wishing them. Having to hear everyone’s voices again was such a wonderful feeling. I almost cried but the bloody cold weather (I was using a public phone) prevented me from doing so. Had I cried, coupled with the fact that my nose was running all the bloody time, I would have looked like I was suffering from some kind of deadly disease or something. Perhaps, rabies. Just a thought.

Then there was a small gathering in my friend’s house. VFP was there and a couple of other friends from Russia and Turkey. We did the countdown (not really. When we turned on the radio it was already 12) and chatted around. Then it was time for me to leave. You see, I called Nat asking her if she and Mak had any plans for that night. She said yes and you bet your arse that I wasn’t going to miss it! It was a dance party in a warehouse at the port. It’s really confusing but you weren’t there so stop complaining. All you need to know that it was a pretty and large warehouse.

I left the gathering a little late than I intended to. I hurried back home to change and that took like forever. If you know me (fortunately you don’t), it’ll take me forever to find the right outfit every single time I’m going out considering the fact that I don’t have that many cool clothes to wear. Also, I buy a lot of my clothes in 2nd hand shops because 1) they are dead cheap 2) I convinced myself that every piece I buy is vintage to make me feel better. This makes it harder to find something wearable without feeling cheap, and I am NOT cheap! Sure, people laugh at me and question my financial situation (is he really that poor? The answer is yes), but I only have one thing to say to those people: You ain’t got style, sistah!

So I put on my skinny jeans, a white Polo (borrowed) shirt and a vintage reversible vest. I looked hot (so I thought at that time. The lighting in my room can be very, very misleading) and I was ready to go. Unfortunately I forgot that my workmate had told me about the horrible traffic condition on New Year. I waited for the bus and I hailed for a cab. No such luck. I ended up walking/skipping/running (I still can’t believe I skipped! I must have looked like a retard) for 30 minutes to the place where I was supposed to be 30 minutes earlier. When I got there, I was already a mess. My armpits were sweating, albeit the cold weather and my hair were all over the place. A complete mess, I tell you. And I was wearing these black flat shoes made of cotton, which aren’t meant for evening wear at all. So there I was, looking like a pathetic loser when everyone else was dressed up in suits and cocktail dresses. “So, this is an EVENING WEAR function. Right, now I get it”. I experienced one of my most major-low-self-esteem moments there.

When I got in, I was so immersed in the mood of celebration that I forgot about my un-cool-ness. Nat and Mak looked at their best (hot, hot, hot!!!) and a couple of their friends showed up as well (Jenny & Eleni, who both looked hot. In fact I actually said to Eleni that she reminded me of a Greek friend I have who is equally tall and beautiful. I don’t know for sure why I said that – I mean, I wasn’t hitting on her or anything. The words just slurred out of my mouth. Then I made an awkward smiling face. She thanked me). We danced the night away and lo and behold, guess what I found. Snacks in the form of pineapple tarts!!! Pineapple tarts I tell you. Anyways, we danced to the music and I thanked Nat and Mak for making me feel happy that night.

That wasn’t the end of it. After we left the warehouse around 5, Nat, Mak, Jenny and I walked along the waterfront. Jenny made her own way and the remaining three of us went to this really Greek restaurant cum bar where they only played Greek music. Somehow I thought I was Greek (minus the look and body). We then had our brekkie at 7 a.m., eating Bughatsa. I love Bughatsa, with cream but no cinnamon because I hate cinnamon (just in case you out there want to take me out).

So that was it - my New Year celebration. I was thrilled that I didn’t have to spend NY alone. I got pictures to prove it, just in case you don’t believe me. And a red ornament that I stole from the Bughatsa place. Shit, I really am a thief!

p/s: Thanks Nat and Mak for making it a wonderful night for me. Love you both for that.