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Steve Campbell wrote: I played calls of duty2, another game I'm FAR too ashamed to name here, and GPL. then I watched "Ancient Discoveries" on the history channel for like 5 hours.
I DID feel all shite and lonely before midnight....but as soon as that was past I was perfectly happy, and suddenyl glad not to be miles from home, cuntfaced and skint.
Well done Steve for abandoning the shackles of enforced celebration!
Went to my parents for dinner (dads birthday), then home to our place. Some friends came, and some of them got really drunk.
Woke up at 9:30, with a headache....
craig's digitalwaters wrote:
Steve Campbell wrote: I played calls of duty2, another game I'm FAR too ashamed to name here, and GPL. then I watched "Ancient Discoveries" on the history channel for like 5 hours.
I DID feel all shite and lonely before midnight....but as soon as that was past I was perfectly happy, and suddenyl glad not to be miles from home, cuntfaced and skint.
Well done Steve for abandoning the shackles of enforced celebration!
It's better when you get to turn people down tho...didnt get any offers this year.
top night.went round pubs in manchester,perivil of the peak,rain bar and bar 38.town hall fireworks at midnight then at 1 a.m.we blagged our way into the very posh midland hotel bar until late,it full of rich gits,was like being on the set of the tv show 'love boat'. 
bansheeman wrote: top night.went round pubs in manchester,perivil of the peak,rain bar and bar 38.town hall fireworks at midnight then at 1 a.m.we blagged our way into the very posh midland hotel bar until late,it full of rich gits,was like being on the set of the tv show 'love boat'.
LUCKY BASTARD!! I've always wanted to let in New Year in town. Stopped at Julie's,kids were out most of the night over the road,leaving the responsible adults to get shit-faced on wine,Tia Maria,lager and anything left over from Xmas.The estate let a load of fireworks off. Julie's suffering today though,she's been praying at the porcelain throne! RALPH!!!
monty wrote:
bansheeman wrote: top night.went round pubs in manchester,perivil of the peak,rain bar and bar 38.town hall fireworks at midnight then at 1 a.m.we blagged our way into the very posh midland hotel bar until late,it full of rich gits,was like being on the set of the tv show 'love boat'.
LUCKY BASTARD!! I've always wanted to let in New Year in town. Stopped at Julie's,kids were out most of the night over the road,leaving the responsible adults to get shit-faced on wine,Tia Maria,lager and anything left over from Xmas.The estate let a load of fireworks off. Julie's suffering today though,she's been praying at the porcelain throne! RALPH!!!
well there couldnt have been any booze left at your house,i supped it all when i was there 
thanks for the taxi number,we used them last night 
My New Years Eve began on December 29. I went over to a friend's house and she, another guy, and I went to a bar for scaryoke - a goth kareoke - and did Depeche Mode's "Strangelove" with my friend. After drinking two vampires - some fruity liqueor, cranberry and vodka - and a white Russian, the three of us, along with another guy at the bar, went over to the DJ's new house in Northeast Philly to use his hot tub. We waited an hour for the water to heat, but before it got hot enough, one of the guys went into the tub and started singing "Hot in Herre" and dancing, until he fell in. After, the rest of us soon joined him in the tub, where we remained until 7am. Then, my friend, the guy who fell in the tub, and I headed back to her house, where we fell asleep for a few hours. After, I went home, had lunch and dinner, and fell asleep. The next day, December 31, I went back to my friend's again and she, I, and the guy who fell in the hot tub went back to Northeast Philly to another house for a party. I drank four cups of punch and two glasses of wine and just hung around and talked, until the guy who fell into the hot tub started saying that he had Depeche Mode songs in his head. So, because the people whose house we were at have a kid, I took the kid's toy keyboard and started playing "Strange love" and "Just Can't get enough" on it to annoy the hell out of him. But, it was a typical party. People showed up who you didn't want to talk to and you ate a lot. Eventually, I fell asleep on their sofa at 5am, although I woke up at various times because the cops showed up at 7 am and then later, someone whispered into my ear, "that's for getting Depeche Mode stuck in my head all night." But, I woke up again at 11am and somehow made it home by 4:30pm despite the Mummers' parade downtown slowing the bus service.
Jesse,is that the girl you were asking for advice on? Did you take the plunge and call on her then?
Happy New Year mate and reach out and touch faith! 
monty wrote: Jesse,is that the girl you were asking for advice on? Did you take the plunge and call on her then? Happy New Year mate and reach out and touch faith!
No, it's a different girl. I've known this one longer and she has no interest in me, other than as a friend. But the other girl, on Wednesday, showed up with her new boyfriend, although the guy was slightly intelligent. I didn't want to act like an ass, so I just held my tongue and talked to him about music for most of the night.
i had the pleasure of spending new years with mr. jonathan szwajkos (united) and some friends of mine at a crappy bar in brooklyn. here's hoping i, or we, didn't scare him too much! 
This blue-eyed boy that wants to be wrote: My New Years Eve began on December 29. I went over to a friend's house and she, another guy, and I went to a bar for scaryoke - a goth kareoke - and did Depeche Mode's "Strangelove" with my friend. After drinking two vampires - some fruity liqueor, cranberry and vodka - and a white Russian, the three of us, along with another guy at the bar, went over to the DJ's new house in Northeast Philly to use his hot tub. We waited an hour for the water to heat, but before it got hot enough, one of the guys went into the tub and started singing "Hot in Herre" and dancing, until he fell in. After, the rest of us soon joined him in the tub, where we remained until 7am. Then, my friend, the guy who fell in the tub, and I headed back to her house, where we fell asleep for a few hours. After, I went home, had lunch and dinner, and fell asleep. The next day, December 31, I went back to my friend's again and she, I, and the guy who fell in the hot tub went back to Northeast Philly to another house for a party. I drank four cups of punch and two glasses of wine and just hung around and talked, until the guy who fell into the hot tub started saying that he had Depeche Mode songs in his head. So, because the people whose house we were at have a kid, I took the kid's toy keyboard and started playing "Strange love" and "Just Can't get enough" on it to annoy the hell out of him. But, it was a typical party. People showed up who you didn't want to talk to and you ate a lot. Eventually, I fell asleep on their sofa at 5am, although I woke up at various times because the cops showed up at 7 am and then later, someone whispered into my ear, "that's for getting Depeche Mode stuck in my head all night." But, I woke up again at 11am and somehow made it home by 4:30pm despite the Mummers' parade downtown slowing the bus service.
An early nomination for "post of 2006".
Szwajkos United wrote:
AgentWood wrote: i had the pleasure of spending new years with mr. jonathan szwajkos (united) and some friends of mine at a crappy bar in brooklyn. here's hoping i, or we, didn't scare him too much!
It was a pleasure. I beg to differ about the bar. It was a classic irish dive bar. Your standards are much too high. Your friends didnt scare me, im just shy. Also, i was obscenly mellow, because of, you know what
aah, yes. i actually had a bit of 'the fear' because of 
. i was completely discombobulated from the time we left agent ruske's to the time we reached said bar.
p.s. you NOOL lads had better start showering and brushing your hair. mr. szwajkos is hot.
BIGINOIL wrote:
This blue-eyed boy that wants to be wrote: My New Years Eve began on December 29. I went over to a friend's house and she, another guy, and I went to a bar for scaryoke - a goth kareoke - and did Depeche Mode's "Strangelove" with my friend. After drinking two vampires - some fruity liqueor, cranberry and vodka - and a white Russian, the three of us, along with another guy at the bar, went over to the DJ's new house in Northeast Philly to use his hot tub. We waited an hour for the water to heat, but before it got hot enough, one of the guys went into the tub and started singing "Hot in Herre" and dancing, until he fell in. After, the rest of us soon joined him in the tub, where we remained until 7am. Then, my friend, the guy who fell in the tub, and I headed back to her house, where we fell asleep for a few hours. After, I went home, had lunch and dinner, and fell asleep. The next day, December 31, I went back to my friend's again and she, I, and the guy who fell in the hot tub went back to Northeast Philly to another house for a party. I drank four cups of punch and two glasses of wine and just hung around and talked, until the guy who fell into the hot tub started saying that he had Depeche Mode songs in his head. So, because the people whose house we were at have a kid, I took the kid's toy keyboard and started playing "Strange love" and "Just Can't get enough" on it to annoy the hell out of him. But, it was a typical party. People showed up who you didn't want to talk to and you ate a lot. Eventually, I fell asleep on their sofa at 5am, although I woke up at various times because the cops showed up at 7 am and then later, someone whispered into my ear, "that's for getting Depeche Mode stuck in my head all night." But, I woke up again at 11am and somehow made it home by 4:30pm despite the Mummers' parade downtown slowing the bus service.
An early nomination for "post of 2006".
Seconded...that was one weird and wonderful story. :p
Taboo # 7 wrote:
BIGINOIL wrote:
This blue-eyed boy that wants to be wrote: My New Years Eve began on December 29. I went over to a friend's house and she, another guy, and I went to a bar for scaryoke - a goth kareoke - and did Depeche Mode's "Strangelove" with my friend. After drinking two vampires - some fruity liqueor, cranberry and vodka - and a white Russian, the three of us, along with another guy at the bar, went over to the DJ's new house in Northeast Philly to use his hot tub. We waited an hour for the water to heat, but before it got hot enough, one of the guys went into the tub and started singing "Hot in Herre" and dancing, until he fell in. After, the rest of us soon joined him in the tub, where we remained until 7am. Then, my friend, the guy who fell in the tub, and I headed back to her house, where we fell asleep for a few hours. After, I went home, had lunch and dinner, and fell asleep. The next day, December 31, I went back to my friend's again and she, I, and the guy who fell in the hot tub went back to Northeast Philly to another house for a party. I drank four cups of punch and two glasses of wine and just hung around and talked, until the guy who fell into the hot tub started saying that he had Depeche Mode songs in his head. So, because the people whose house we were at have a kid, I took the kid's toy keyboard and started playing "Strange love" and "Just Can't get enough" on it to annoy the hell out of him. But, it was a typical party. People showed up who you didn't want to talk to and you ate a lot. Eventually, I fell asleep on their sofa at 5am, although I woke up at various times because the cops showed up at 7 am and then later, someone whispered into my ear, "that's for getting Depeche Mode stuck in my head all night." But, I woke up again at 11am and somehow made it home by 4:30pm despite the Mummers' parade downtown slowing the bus service.
An early nomination for "post of 2006".
Seconded...that was one weird and wonderful story. :p
Usually when I go out with my friends in Philly, weird stuff happens. During this last spring break, the three of us winded up at a party in south Philly, with all of the elderly goths, and I was asked by a guy with a foot fetish to write a script for a porno movie with a plot at 4am. But the script was never written.
When I'm back in Boston, because I have no friends at school, nothing like this happens. I just stay in my room, with New Order or Depeche playing, and post on this wonderful site.
