NYE

Logically, one would expect 1/1/10 to be the most ideal time to write about the events of 12/31/09. However, I decided to reserve that day for the introduction to my blog.






I ended up spending NYE at the Hamilton Princess; a luxury hotel known for its Happy Hours and as a solid venue for cover bands. Lucky 13 covered Coldplay and The Killers. "HE DOESN'T LOOK A THING LIKE JESUSSSSS!" I ended up going with a friend to a house of Azoreans where I was force fed Azorean delicacies which I cannot remember.


For those of you who wish to expand your geographic prowess, the Azores are an archipelago located in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean approximately 1000 miles west of Lisbon, Portugal. The people speak Portuguese, although it is quite different from both mainland and Brazilian Portuguese. Someone likened the contrast between Azorean Portuguese vs. mainland Portuguese to Jamaican English vs British English.














To be consistent with popular media in 2010, I will now switch gears once again because it stimulates me and hopefully you, the reader. This NYE was the 2nd NYE I spent in the time-zone 1 hour to the East of EST. The 1st was when I was in the British Virgin Islands on m senior year sailboat trip in 05-06. Just for fun, let's recap that NYE and just for good measure the 2 preceding it



12/31/2003: N. Massapequa, NY - Corrine's house: Talk about a motley crew. We had all of the corporation from MHS, 75% of 4 James as well as 100 other strangers. If memory serves correct, only 2 of the people I invited got sick in the house. (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!) Who ended up driving us home that night?


12/31/2004: Amityville, NY - Christos's uncle's house: This was an interesting one. I believe we had all of the corporation at the mansion. I can remember Christos's Uncle Phil giving Sid*C and Jomb over $200 to buy a couple of bottles of liquor even though he had no clue who they were.
Eric and/or Sid*C walked in on an older lady stuffing her undergargment with tissues in the bathroom (I'm assuming you guys both weren't going to the bathroom the same time but rather one of you called the attention of the other). A little kid who was Jonathan Katz height told me I looked like elf and then hit me with a nerf arrow in the lower pelvic area.




12/31/2005: Jost Van Dyke, British Virgin Islands - Foxy's: This was the first time being out of EST during NYE. The crew of Lady Ashley Brett, dehydrated and exhausted from a 2 hour hike, cleaned the boat and got reparations ready as "Vanessa Carlton - White Houses" blared via Sanchez Calabro's speakers. Upon reaching the shore by dingy, we were greeted by none other than a drunken dog, a dreadlock roster who offered us to get his mule drunk, and a myriad of other idiots who should not have been operating a watercraft of any kind. J*sty, in his comatose stupor, laid down a $100 bill to buy 3 plates of $30 chicken. Although advertised as "all you could eat", the dreadlock woman threatened to call "the police" after I tried to get seconds. Having effectively spent $90 for 3 drumsticks and rice, J*sty was unable to maintain the focus to eat any of it. The food did not sit with me well and I rang in the New Year in the woods, trying to hide my dirty deed as a finishing church procession walked within 10 feet of me.