Tuesday, December 31, 2013

If You;re Contemplating Desire to Go Out And Get Shit-Faced Tonight To Welcome In The New Year You Might Want To Read This Story From The Neurotic Blogger Big Shot

 I think the last time I went out on New Years Eve was 1992. I was dating a remarkably attractive woman who I wanted to impress and well, there's no better way to impress a good-looking woman than to combine the live theatre of massive amounts of alcohol, explosives and shitfaced kids from the Marina who stole daddy's Porsche to scream and yell in the new year. Hey, sign me up, I'm here, dude!

Like, this, for example: This is what you get a lot of on New Years Eve:

 Not that there's anything wrong with this until the day after you wake up and try to fucking comprehend what the hell got into you and your abysmal brain that said out loud: "The Plan": begin with overpriced dinner at some nasty place in Union Square with a bunch of women, (your date included), from Burlingame with beehive hairdos. At least that allows you a reason to begin polluting your liver with an $85 bottle of some shitty Cooks-like champagne. The same shit you could gobble up at BevMo for about 9 bucks a couple days ago.
 
Your date is getting antsy. And you're getting anxious. You haven't even finished the piss-poor of a salad and you're already down about two benjamins; meanwhile, first audible sound of Molotov cocktail emanates from Post Street. Cool. That'll impress her. What the hell were you thinking? I suppose a quiet dinner at home with some Netflix and wine was outta the question--no, you had to be a big shot didn't ya? I just stole a line from Billy Joel I know but it's become painfully clear that in addition to being royally screwed, I'm now very hungry and irritable. She's giving me that look now; like, why the fuck are we even here? But we stride forward. Remember, it's 1992. We're talking pre-twerking; no Billy Ocean; no Justin Bieber; Jan Wahl was relevant; Brian Copeland was funny; Tori Campbell could read a teleprompter correctly and Karel was walking the red carpet in La Brea.
 
Food arrives from the pimple-faced waiter dumb enough to be working NYE with a bunch of over-hyped yup-fucks; the proverbial bridge and tunnel crowd who think Pier 39 is cool and order a $27 shrimp cocktail. Always a great bargain on NYE. The steak comes and its about the size of a leftover half-eaten cookie at the KGO party. Hey, waiter, can we get a shot? Brain slightly waning and ready to leave the premises for that hotbed of civilization called the Embarcadero to view lovely fireworks with 400,000 whack jobs. Uh, can we get a cab? Easily the most ridiculous quest on this uber-stupid night --somehow we manage and Sinbad takes us through the labyrinthine Union Square corridor where shrieking drunk lunatics are attacking one another--how romantic, eh? I suddenly come to realize that I'm not getting any action tonight with my date even though I've forked out nearly $300 to get cheap-shit champagne, strip-mall food fit for a slob from the Emeryville Denny's, and enough aggravation to warrant a Dr. Phil Show.
 
I haven't even mentioned the multitude of cops, CHP, Sheriff's Dept. reps, assholes from Pittsburg with sideburns and the usual fat white guys in the streets wearing Ronnie Lott's jersey. Fuck the fireworks. Screw BART. I looked at my uptight Brenda, (she looked as if she wanted to be alone at some motel near SFO watching Thelma and Louise); I concurred. I told the cabbie, Sinbad, (not the comedian), to get us the hell back to Oakland asap. Another $75 bargain. For the amount of money I laid out I could have called a Kate Upton look-a-like and order dim sum.
 
So you wonder why I detest even the thought of going out on New Years Eve. I'll be at home, safe, sound, kung-pao chicken nearby with a pint of PBR watching Good Fellas, thanks very much and drive home safely.
 
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17 comments:

  1. PBR? Have you jumped the shark Rich? I thought you had an epiphany earlier this year. Of course I'll be doing the same thing, watching football and Castle reruns with the family.

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  2. The Neurotic Blogger Big Shot ?
    Neurotic YES, Big Shot NO.

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  3. Once again, proof that our greatest angst produces our greatest art.
    Got me laughing. Thanks for the memories, and for sharing. Happy New Year!

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  4. Rich, You're spot-on! Out gallivanting on New Years Eve is nuts! And the older you get...the more you'll realize that truth.
    The poor drunk girl in the video is lucky she has friends...instead of some strange guys taking advantage of her!

    Not to scare anyone...
    But knowledge is key to the realm:

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    http://topinfopost.com/2013/12/26/fukushima-radiation-hits-san-francisco

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  5. If "Watching Good Fellas" is code for perusing the web for blogworthy breast pic's, the key objective is quality, not quantity. Now go get your shine box!

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  6. Rich,

    Make a resolution this year to stop scrubbing posts, and maybe even acknowledge why you gutlessly do so.

    Take care!

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    1. "Gutlessly?" C'mon "DanO", seriously, it's a damn blog. Relax. Have a drink. Breathe a little.

      Happy New Year from the gutless one.

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    2. Kind of the Rush Limbaugh defense. Cutting-edge journalism till you're caught in some unflattering way. Then it's, "Oh, it's just a BLOG! Don't take it seriously. Yes, that's what I told my potential advertisers when I was trying to parlay this into something bigger. 'It's just a stupid, dumb blog!'"

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  7. Rich, thank you for putting into words what many of us over thirty think of the craziness called New Year's celebration. This is perhaps the most overrated day of the year and indeed it is gouge city out there. $130 tonight will buy me two bottles of champagne and a red wine plus an assortment of good food in Rockridge. I'll be home with my lovely and hot wife watching the lunatics on Times Square many of whom camped out for over 12 hours in freezing temps to watch a stupid shiny ball drop. If I'm still awake by midnight I'll catch KRON's coverage of even more lunatics getting wasted with cheap swill. I hope Hank Tenenbaum takes his shirt off again like he did a few years back remember that?

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    1. The KRON coverage wasn't very compelling as in years past. There weren't any live shots of parties. It was just Heenan and Radnich on a roof top and the bearded chubby dude George at the waterfront. No Tenenbaum either. Booooo!

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  8. I refer to New Year's Eve as "Amateur's Night". I avoid going out on NYE - it's much safer and more fun in the long run...

    ;-)

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  9. Rich, will you continue writing these fictional pieces about partying with beautiful woman during the new year?

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    1. It's not fiction...can you not see my outer beauty?

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  10. > Like, this, for example: This is what you get a lot of on New Years Eve.

    Depends on the company you keep, Rich.

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