We bought tickets to one of the hotel's NYE events, and this dinner is God-awful. About 16 people in here, you gotta pay for the Coke SEPARATELY from the rum, and there's an Indian house band singing the songs that the kids in "Dirty Dancing" were rebelling against. Shout out to sticking it through bc you paid in advance.
I take the best photos of me.
The waiter took a picture of us and I look like Charles fucking Dutton in it.
This dude up there singin Conway Twitty or something man. I've rocked livelier crowds at the 92nd St. Y. Like really though. 90 Jewish kids and their parents getting buck 'cause I mentioned the Golemn in my lyrics and shit.
The lead singer up here lookin' like a brown Dusty Rhodes in his heyday. And they up there counting down like they want this to be a wrap already. "45 minutes to go til 2013!" "25 minutes to go...in this set!" "5 minutes to go, thank Buddha!"
I-ight, it's about to be real quiet for this "party," b. Dude up here sounding like Tom Jones' understudy at a Mumbai casino.
We were like, "Oh it's about to jump" and then it ain't jump.
Wow, more old people just rolled in. This dude up there singing Buster Poindexter. Wait staff looking at me like, "THIS guy done fucked up, hahahaha."
They put the smoke and colored lights on the dance floor and its like 5 old people and 4 young people out there.
Oh my God. A family just rolled in. As in a dad in Friday jeans and a dad-type party hat, a mom, a KID (yes, a KID) and a grandma.
Ok, it's almost 12; I'ma record the countdown, here we go:
This nigga up there singing church songs now. No, for real. "Glory Hallelujah," "When The Saints..." and all that. I decided to go crazy dancing like I had the Holy Ghost.
Holy ish! We won the raffle! That's what happens when you stay past when everyone else has left! And when you get 4 drinks and a bottle of wine when everyone else is barely drinking. Cheese, chocolate, gingerbread in a basket. Niiiice.
Nice. They just offered two glasses of champagne on the house. For me being an awesome dancer. Probably.
The band is basically just playing for me, because out of the 8 folks here, only I am clapping when they finish a song. That's that performer sympathy. I know how it is. I would've been swinging my cock on stage by now. Because, what else would there be to do at that point?
Nice, came back from bathroom and wife said the band shouted me out! No doubt for being the guy having way too much fun at an event he shouldn't be having any at.
"You doing the drunk clap. You not even clapping because its good." - her
They have now allowed us to go to the other (better) party, for free. It's livelier. It's a masquerade party they wanted 160 usd for. We got in for 0 usd! After midnight of course haha. She stole a mask.
Shooooot, they done gave away raffle airline tickets to Oman, London, Singapore, Milan and anywhere in the world.
I can't lie, we made our own fun.
Every time they call a raffle number, this douche-y guy acts like he won, like that's original or funny. He's done it like 8 times already and it stopped being funny after the zeroth time.
These Indians and Sri Lankans are getting it IN. Did I mention how SCANDALOUS the women dress? Yeeeaaahhhh. They do that.
Ok, party done. Getting up for plane in 4 hours. Doesn't that always suck? Anywaaaay...
Day 6 was being ready for the plane and being grouchy while doing it - no blog necessary. Peace! It was grand!
I take the best photos of me.
The waiter took a picture of us and I look like Charles fucking Dutton in it.
This dude up there singin Conway Twitty or something man. I've rocked livelier crowds at the 92nd St. Y. Like really though. 90 Jewish kids and their parents getting buck 'cause I mentioned the Golemn in my lyrics and shit.
The lead singer up here lookin' like a brown Dusty Rhodes in his heyday. And they up there counting down like they want this to be a wrap already. "45 minutes to go til 2013!" "25 minutes to go...in this set!" "5 minutes to go, thank Buddha!"
We were like, "Oh it's about to jump" and then it ain't jump.
Wow, more old people just rolled in. This dude up there singing Buster Poindexter. Wait staff looking at me like, "THIS guy done fucked up, hahahaha."
They put the smoke and colored lights on the dance floor and its like 5 old people and 4 young people out there.
Oh my God. A family just rolled in. As in a dad in Friday jeans and a dad-type party hat, a mom, a KID (yes, a KID) and a grandma.
Ok, it's almost 12; I'ma record the countdown, here we go:
This nigga up there singing church songs now. No, for real. "Glory Hallelujah," "When The Saints..." and all that. I decided to go crazy dancing like I had the Holy Ghost.
The band is basically just playing for me, because out of the 8 folks here, only I am clapping when they finish a song. That's that performer sympathy. I know how it is. I would've been swinging my cock on stage by now. Because, what else would there be to do at that point?
Nice, came back from bathroom and wife said the band shouted me out! No doubt for being the guy having way too much fun at an event he shouldn't be having any at.
"You doing the drunk clap. You not even clapping because its good." - her
They have now allowed us to go to the other (better) party, for free. It's livelier. It's a masquerade party they wanted 160 usd for. We got in for 0 usd! After midnight of course haha. She stole a mask.
I can't lie, we made our own fun.
Every time they call a raffle number, this douche-y guy acts like he won, like that's original or funny. He's done it like 8 times already and it stopped being funny after the zeroth time.
These Indians and Sri Lankans are getting it IN. Did I mention how SCANDALOUS the women dress? Yeeeaaahhhh. They do that.
Ok, party done. Getting up for plane in 4 hours. Doesn't that always suck? Anywaaaay...
Day 6 was being ready for the plane and being grouchy while doing it - no blog necessary. Peace! It was grand!
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