Getting it out....

I managed to sleep all day New Years and avoided a major hangover. The holidays spirit was still with me, so I decided to try one last time to get it out of my system.

California 2 Guesthouse:
Decided to see what was up. Nothing. Met up with Dredge. He was down with a flu-like thing that's been making the rounds and looked like hell. I had 2 vodkas and let them close.

Sharky Bar:
Dead. No surprise. Normal people were home, sleeping, and getting ready for the work week. ChillLarry and his buddy in from HCM hanging out. A few cuties but not much else happening. WIandy made the mistake of allowing me to set some music on the PC- unfortunately, neither of us really knows how to use the mp.3 program. The result: 2 tracks playing at the same time. (Slayer playing along with CCR...) Strange thing: No one noticed. By 1:something am I was ready to boogie. Besides, I'd already fucked up the music.

Martini Bar and Disco:
Everyone was wondering where the Africans were on New Year's Eve. No doubt about where they were New Year's night. The dance floor at the Big M = 20 drunk-assed scamsters jumping around and doing tribal dances. I sparked one and dug the show. Bombed -they'd been slamming beer and then one of them bought a bottle of Johnny Walker. They started passing it around. Hitting it from the bottle. They banged into each other, jumped up and down, picked each other up, did the knuckle-dragging ape dance in a circle around the dance floor...and scared the women out of the room, but hey - I enjoyed it. Except: 3 very hot Viets showed up. Looked like they were in town for the first time and someone told them to hit Big M. That's what they saw. They'll probably never leave Manhattan Disco again. Oh well,.....Hooked up with an old buddy and we hit the road.

A fitting end to the holiday season.