I think, perhaps, that I am missing a certain celebratory spirit. You know, the one that makes you scream and yell, and shake noisemakers around, and dance around wildly in a drunken stupor. Or maybe I was just wishing for a more intimate setting, with close friends...?
OK. Having said that, it was very nice to see the few friends I did see on New Year's Eve. I spent the first "half" of the evening at a party on the peninsula with Shrep, Erin, Nash, and Carolyn. It was an unusual party for me because I was probably the only person who showed up without a spouse. So I socialized over there and caught up with some people I hadn't seen in a long, long time (remnants from my time as a software guy), and then drove up to the city to May's swanky apartment, where she and Jeremy were throwing a party that could easily have been described as the opposite of the one I had just left. AND, it was full of people I didn't know. Actually, that's not entirely true. I knew (aside from Jeremy, of course): Christy Chung, Mauria Finley, Jason Wong (whom I had met previously through Amabelle), and Stephanie, who I chatted with only briefly as I was leaving (she is cute, and once won the national spelling bee). And I did meet some new people. But for the most part, I stood in the corner with Christy, chatting.
I took out my camera at some point, after I felt comfortable enough to do so. It can be an easy conversation starter, and people automatically assume that you are a professional photographer. But I didn't get to take many photos. Caution: photo-dork alert (me, I mean): I was told -- authoritavely stated because of a photo class the guy had once taken, "right now, digital cameras are 2 megapixels, and film cameras are 3." I didn't want to get involved, but I had to: "Actually, you're way off." He left the conversation shortly after.
At 1:30am, I left, walking to my car in the pouring rain.
I feel a bout of insomnia starting, but I'm going to try to head to the couch for some sleep. Happy New Year! I don't have any new year's resolutions, but maybe I should think of some. Oh. Here's one: "figure out what the hell I am doing." [see some photos]