I couldnt have been more excited for New Years in the Big Apple, and it definitely didn’t disappoint. My friends and I got tickets to the Saloon, and were treated to open bar and food from 9pm-2am. I can’t remember the last time I went to the bar at 9. Saw Lindsay Lohan – okay not really but, some girl who was so fake-tan she clearly thought she was Lindsanity – and spent the next 5 hours chain chugging Stoli and fist pumping. Yes, you can judge me for fist pumping, but the downward fist pump is one of the best dance moves ever created, and I will stand by that for the next decade too.
Around 12:30, one of the more ridiculous events in my life happened, and Im going to try to keep this as short as possible: I slapped a dude. Across the face. Hard. He clearly didnt get the memo that I wasnt into a dancefloor makeout sesh (and by memo I mean stiff-arm to the neck), and I had to set him straight. I was worried that my shenanigans would get me kicked out, but the bouncer saw everything play out and just laughed. Fantastic.
Happy 2010 everyone!