New Year's Eve
Jan. 1st, 2003 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonald(london_calling wrote about last night in her livejournal.)
I got to london_calling's home at 7:30, with the desserts I'd brought and a cheese/crackers tray. Other people were there by that time--london_calling herself, nire_nagaf, and tudor_rose were downstairs, while ebeloic and his girlfriend Sandy were upstairs talking with Jen Galle and Matt McRae, and london_calling's friends Joanna and Tara were also present. london_calling's parents left shortly after I arrived; Allan and Jonathan came later.
Dinner was excellent. Very good lasagna; interesting spinach-and-rice casserole; great cake. (Kiwi--formerly known as Chinese gooseberry before New Zealand's growers learned about the benefits of name-changes for marketing--should be used more often in cakes.) Wine, of course; I've a strong preference for wine over beer, perhaps because my first exposure to alcoholic beverages was through wine, perhaps because I prefer wine's taste to beer's, perhaps because I've taken Dr. Furlong's jocular warning about perennial beer-drinkers growing breasts to heart. I'd two glasses. After the pot luck was done, and first Jen and Matt then ebeloic and Sandy left before 11 o'clock, there was an interesting collective endeavour wherein everyone said one (possibly more) things that they were prou of. Me, I co-opted Alanna's statement about increasing my academic efficiency without threatening my social life, and then added my discovery of a social life. 'Twas fun.
The drive in from Stratford into Myron's was decent. Getting into Myron's was OK, though apparently my temporary driver's license is a marginal and questionable form of ID judging by the reaction of the bouncer. The coat check, yes, was quite evil. Rather, there were two people there, one of whom was working diligently, the other who deserved some rather severe chastisement to make him work efficiently and stop chatting/insulting the people waiting to drop off their quotes. In the end, nire_nagaf paid her coat check guy (the diligent one, of course) $20 dollars; me, I gave him a five, and I don't know what Allan and the others did. Anyway, we got up to the main floor no earlier than a quarter to New Year's and we were able to get our drinks.
New Year's came. It was fun, to be in a collective celebration like what I've seen on TV. taem chose that moment to appear in our midst; dancing followed, before and after his departure.
I got very decidedly drunk, I think. One shot of Baja Rosa; three beers (the first one given to me by someone named Amy from my Grade 10 class at the Rural with Mr. McHague, who introduced me to her scantily-clad co-worker as one of the smartest peopel she knew); one free thing of champagne; I think a couple of other liquids; certainly several tens of dollars spent, at least.
I'd never been to Myron's before. There are two levels; the bottom level is an array of bars centred around a stage for live performances; the upper level is also an array of bars, divided between a vaguely sports-themed area and a techno dance floor area. The bottom level was over-crowded, in contrast to the upper level which wasn't very crowded and where everyone gravitated after 12:30, and where I got most of my drinks. So, I stayed for the most part in the upper level, occasionally dancing (if poorly and uncoordinatedly), but spending the rest of the time touring and seeing people. I ran into taem downstairs on a couple of occasions. (Oddly, ebeloic and taem seem to have independently picked similar outfits--black shirt-tie-pants sets.)
I left at 1:30, mainly because I was really drunk. I was doing some ad hoc ethnographic fieldwork before, with the corner of my mind that was still rational, but I wanted to withdraw myself.
So: My first New Year's Eve outside the home was quite fun, and I liked it.
I got to london_calling's home at 7:30, with the desserts I'd brought and a cheese/crackers tray. Other people were there by that time--london_calling herself, nire_nagaf, and tudor_rose were downstairs, while ebeloic and his girlfriend Sandy were upstairs talking with Jen Galle and Matt McRae, and london_calling's friends Joanna and Tara were also present. london_calling's parents left shortly after I arrived; Allan and Jonathan came later.
Dinner was excellent. Very good lasagna; interesting spinach-and-rice casserole; great cake. (Kiwi--formerly known as Chinese gooseberry before New Zealand's growers learned about the benefits of name-changes for marketing--should be used more often in cakes.) Wine, of course; I've a strong preference for wine over beer, perhaps because my first exposure to alcoholic beverages was through wine, perhaps because I prefer wine's taste to beer's, perhaps because I've taken Dr. Furlong's jocular warning about perennial beer-drinkers growing breasts to heart. I'd two glasses. After the pot luck was done, and first Jen and Matt then ebeloic and Sandy left before 11 o'clock, there was an interesting collective endeavour wherein everyone said one (possibly more) things that they were prou of. Me, I co-opted Alanna's statement about increasing my academic efficiency without threatening my social life, and then added my discovery of a social life. 'Twas fun.
The drive in from Stratford into Myron's was decent. Getting into Myron's was OK, though apparently my temporary driver's license is a marginal and questionable form of ID judging by the reaction of the bouncer. The coat check, yes, was quite evil. Rather, there were two people there, one of whom was working diligently, the other who deserved some rather severe chastisement to make him work efficiently and stop chatting/insulting the people waiting to drop off their quotes. In the end, nire_nagaf paid her coat check guy (the diligent one, of course) $20 dollars; me, I gave him a five, and I don't know what Allan and the others did. Anyway, we got up to the main floor no earlier than a quarter to New Year's and we were able to get our drinks.
New Year's came. It was fun, to be in a collective celebration like what I've seen on TV. taem chose that moment to appear in our midst; dancing followed, before and after his departure.
I got very decidedly drunk, I think. One shot of Baja Rosa; three beers (the first one given to me by someone named Amy from my Grade 10 class at the Rural with Mr. McHague, who introduced me to her scantily-clad co-worker as one of the smartest peopel she knew); one free thing of champagne; I think a couple of other liquids; certainly several tens of dollars spent, at least.
I'd never been to Myron's before. There are two levels; the bottom level is an array of bars centred around a stage for live performances; the upper level is also an array of bars, divided between a vaguely sports-themed area and a techno dance floor area. The bottom level was over-crowded, in contrast to the upper level which wasn't very crowded and where everyone gravitated after 12:30, and where I got most of my drinks. So, I stayed for the most part in the upper level, occasionally dancing (if poorly and uncoordinatedly), but spending the rest of the time touring and seeing people. I ran into taem downstairs on a couple of occasions. (Oddly, ebeloic and taem seem to have independently picked similar outfits--black shirt-tie-pants sets.)
I left at 1:30, mainly because I was really drunk. I was doing some ad hoc ethnographic fieldwork before, with the corner of my mind that was still rational, but I wanted to withdraw myself.
So: My first New Year's Eve outside the home was quite fun, and I liked it.
