Words cannot express how awful NYE was. I think I can safely say that it was the worst thing I've ever done. Not the worst thing I've ever done on NYE, but the worst think I've ever done in my life. I don't even know where to begin. We don't have any pictures, and words cannot really express what we experienced at this tango studio. I think I need to sum up the evening briefly at this point, because I'm just too depressed thinking about writing the details. Instead, I will ask Nikolai, Devon and Patrick to sum up their worst and best moments of NYE 2009.
Best moment of the evening:
Nikolai: When we had poured our first drinks (it was a BYOB and we brought a cooler on wheels) and nothing had gone wrong yet.
Devon: The elevator.
Patrick: When Devon leaned over and said to me, through a smile, "I hate this."
Worst moment of the evening:
Nikolai: Approaching the food table and realizing how bad the buffet was.
Devon: When Beth Dance asked us if we were having fun and asked us to not put our beer bottles in the garbage.
Patrick: Patrick's worst moment happened much earlier in the day, when he found out that the event was being held at a dance studio. He thought we were going to a restaurant.
For some reason, we didn't get out of there soon enough, and we welcomed 2009 at our small table, surrounded by 20 people all over the age of 60. Beth Dance counted down with six seconds until midnight and nobody joined in. There were no party favors, champagne, nor a TV to watch the ball drop. At 12:05 Devon and I threw our boots into her bag, we zipped up our cooler and got the hell out of there. We walked to my and Nikolai's place and busted out the Trivial Pursuit. At 2 a.m. we ordered pizza. D & P slept over and we made a huge breakfast Thursday morning. Things definitely started looking up when we popped open a bottle of champagne and took our first bites of the yummy Serbian pancakes.
