For dinner, we had Teppanaki at the Japanese Village with six friends after wandering the eerily quiet streets of downtown - I had a salmon teriyaki with a bowl of rice drenched in steak sauce, vegetables, prawns, and a bottle of sake on the side. Top knotch meal. After that we said goodbye to a couple people going to seperate parties, and then took our little posse with us to James Bay for a party, and drinks. After that was photography and ridiculous conversation. I was accused of suffering from inappropriate-dialogue performance anxiety, Michael got the win, then we took Vicki to the Bent Mast and everybody else with went home or to Swans.
The Mast? The Mast was odd. It wasn't quiet but it wasn't busy, and we were the youngest people there. There was champagne and cookies at Midnight, a moment of time which past with a sort of icy disregard for anybody's feelings. Shortly thereafter the two of us took a bus back to Michael's place, with some girl puking in the back of the bus, to tumble into bed and fall asleep.
My stomach was upset most of the night but I survived. Somewhere in the course of the night I dreamt that some girl and I were called on to negotiate some sort of labour disagreement between the King of the Fairies and the Tree People. There was a couple scenes of flying aboard a floating mattress and then we pulled at our skins until they came off and we were Tree People ourselves, bark and wood instead of flesh, and we were taken to the bargaining table in the deepest forest...
I don't know if I'm really going to bother with resolutions. Be better at communicating with my friends via post? Write more, oh, every day? Read more books? Get ready and organized for grad school? Those don't feel like resolutions so much as basic ingredients for my life.
But, you know: with friends, good food, inscrutable conversation, the Accomplice on hand to kiss at Midnight. Score.
Comments (7)
Happy New Year Ben!
It seems the older we get, the tamer our new years get. I spent mine sleeping... how lame is that haha.
Hope 2007 is wonderful for you.
Shari
Posted by Shari | January 1, 2007 8:36 PM
Posted on January 1, 2007 20:36
You too. :) Happy New Years!
And tamer is, possibly, fine. Given the steady stream of vomit running from the girl at the bus stop across the sidewalk, over the curb, and into the gutter...
Posted by ben | January 1, 2007 10:00 PM
Posted on January 1, 2007 22:00
mmmmm, yes, tame was the main part of my new years and I really didn't want it any other way, watchign the crazy fireworks from a hill in germany was just what this non-doctor ordered!
and as to your dream! I wish I could have such visual and imaginitive dreams. who needs to rent movies, just go to sleep!
Posted by tara | January 2, 2007 5:54 AM
Posted on January 2, 2007 05:54
That actually sounds like a really lovely evening, Tara. Did you snuggle under a blanket while the sky went up in flames?
Posted by ben | January 2, 2007 7:53 AM
Posted on January 2, 2007 07:53
Oh lord - according to my cell's call log, I drunk dialed you as well. I have no recollection whatsoever. My apologies.
The best laid plans...
Stephen and I were settled in for a nice roast beef dinner, when our new neighbours knocked on the door and whisked us off to some houseparty. I still can't tell you where the party was - I'd had that many bottles of wine. Gah.
Posted by Jason | January 2, 2007 3:48 PM
Posted on January 2, 2007 15:48
You don't remember at all? Really? Dude, the message was about five minutes long, extremely loud, and was a detailed narration of you preparing to leave the party with Stephen. Only more, ah, "informative."
Posted by ben | January 2, 2007 4:03 PM
Posted on January 2, 2007 16:03
Absolutely ZERO recollection.
Please, Ben - delete it. If you love me you'll delete that vile drunk dial!! :)
Posted by Jason | January 4, 2007 8:49 PM
Posted on January 4, 2007 20:49