||[Jan. 1st, 2006|01:29 am]
shhh. so here i come, stumbling in the door at around something like 1:30am. on the first day of january 1st, 2006. welcome to the new year.
the alcohol inside my system drives me to write, to capture something of this experience before the rise of the new dawn, where i'll awake in a few hours, at 5am, for a brand new day of clipper work with all of my (most likely hung-over) coworkers.
being extremely passive for this day, and not knowing that i was going to do anything but come home from work and go to sleep like any other long 14-hour work night, i left this night up to the wind, up to a myriad of possible people and experiences, invitations and pathways.
as it was, i left work with jessica and chris, to come home to a housemate already drunken and parytying. the fury and intensity and immediate necessity of the gregorian holiday grasped me, and i was driven by this sudden urge to immerse myself in the cultural wave of surrender to the infinite unknown. a bottle was opened, "yeni raki", imported turkish liquor, courtesy of a birthday present from generous Esra. one shot, the licorice masterpiece and lightweight bodily chemistry paved the way to the night that lay before me.
shots of tequila, vodka, and some chugs of rum from a good friends mug followed in due order.
casting myself to the wind and to the chaos of the moment, i was at Jade's house with Quetzal and his housemates, talking about work with some strange small friendly dog sitting in my lap, being nice. the dog liked me, i overhear. i drank Q's rum, unsuspectingly from his mug, not knowing that it was straight up. i talk with jade with increasing slur about work, boats, the ocean.
we're off again. Quetzal and I and some new entity named Rob. Trying to find some Oracle-Gathering type new years party, somewhere? I've got ID and money, again, I'm with the current, wherever it may take me.
It took me. Now I'm in a car with Margi and Misty, driving again down to the Space Needle. The three of us are glad to be there for this special night. throngs of people gather around the cultural center of the city as the clock nears midnight. we park further away, walking a longer distance and taking bathroom breaks in a nearby wooded park. Jonathan was due to meet us at 11:30; no such luck. close to midnight we meed again with Quetzal and Rob, the fireworks shoot out of this Seattle Monument. hugs, kisses, fireworks, glory, beauty, friends and madness. some random family offers me a bottle of champagne. Quetzal and I share this within the moments afterword, and then the rest of the night hits. He crosses the street, where did everyone go? Suddenly I'm alone. I do what what's needed.
Calls are made throughout the night to loved ones, in various time zones, in various states of sobriety and inbebriosity. Jerry says "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" after 3 or 4 margaritas, Kyle and I shout out vows of brotherly love after midnight, Daniel and I speak, messages are left on many answering machines, and a very special pre-inebriation call to a new friend in a far away land.
I stumbled up the hill from the Needle alone, drunken and jolly. I decide the best thing to do would be to go shopping for necessities at QFC, hoping they would still be open. Blurry-eyed, fumbling with a cart, grasping at bananas, bread, milk, cereal, orange juice. wondering why I can't manage to end up at the store when I'm sober.
I dropped perishables into the fridge. someone from Kobi's work is passed out on the couch. I'm being too loud and dropping many items. I'm glad the milk didn't pop open and make a mess. Cereal left out for convenience, when I must be up at 5am for another day of work. it'll be a thrill. I work with a bunch of weirdoes, i'll probably have to ride my brother's tough red bike in there at 6am, and i'm still drunk.
these words are exhausted, but i've felt i've done the necessary self-expression for now.
GOODNIGHT, AND WELCOME TO THE NEW YEAR! MAY SATURN AND PLUTO SPUR YOU TO NEW GROWTH!
That bottle of champagne really did me in.... how about you, QuetzaL? whenever i hear from you?