CHUD New Years Eve

The Mrs and I are off to a friends house to sample his "home brew". I honestly have no idea what that means and can only hope it's alcohol.

(I too may sneak in some Skyrim)

I hope 2012 brings the world a step closer to sanity, because at the moment, shit is a little 'off'.

Happy New Year you sexy, sexy Chewers. 

Happy New Years everyone. Tonight the GF and I will be going over to a friend's house to hang out and watch the ball drop with him and his gf. Nothing exciting, but thats exactly what we want to have.

My wife has to work a closing shift at SeaWorld tonight.  Some friends of ours are having a party, but it's a fair hike out there and I'm not sure I want to be on the road that much tonight.  I may end up being all home-bound and pathetic, playing Old Republic as the year winds down.

Happy new year all.

As I partied hard (well as hard as a 35 year old can) for my birthday I plan to chill with the wife and watch The Big Fact Quiz of the Year I taped this week.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't drive drunk tonight, people.  From 6pm-6am, AAA will pick you and your car up for free.  Here's the number: 1-800-222-4357.  Please pass this along to your loved ones!

The kiddies will be with their grandparents for the night and the wife and I, along with some friends, will be hitting up a Japanese steak-house. Afterward we will stop off at an atrocious little bar called the VI. I figure after half an hour of standing next to the whitest of trash, fighting for a bartender, and listening to a disturbing mix of rap and country, we all will retire to the Baker ranch for, hopefully, some landmine. We will probably pause for the ball drop. So, yeah, a pretty nice little evening planned.

May your 2012 be less nightmarish than your 2011 was, fellow chewers! 

May this year be a virtual cornucopia of bacon & eggs for all of you.

Hurry up and join us in 2012 you slouches, it's pretty nice so far.

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Originally Posted by HarleyQuinn22 

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't drive drunk tonight, people.  From 6pm-6am, AAA will pick you and your car up for free.  Here's the number: 1-800-222-4357.  Please pass this along to your loved ones!

Such a cool idea.  Have they done that in year's past?  Sadly, it doesn't seem to be available in my area, which sucks, as it is super foggy here.  Not a good night to be on the road, regardless of drunk New Year's drivers.

Personally, going the low key route tonight.  Having a few friends over, gonna watch some movies, drink a few beers, etc.  Happy 2012 everyone!

I'm going to have dinner with friends and then game night at their place. It's been too long since I've schooled anyone at Clue: Master Detective. Far too long.

I'm doing exactly two things for New Years Eve this year

Spent New Year's Eve watching Rosemary's Baby. Goddamn does this thing still pack a massive wallop. Polanski...whew.

Watching Deep Space 8 Season 5 with the help of a 6 pack of Ashai Beer! AWESOME!

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May your 2012 be less nightmarish than your 2011 was, fellow chewers! 

 

 

 

Ain't that the truth, brothers (or sisters)?

I quote the genius of The Dismemberment Plan when I say "Here's to another goddamned New Year."
 

Time, our master, once again cracks the whip & we celebrate in renewed hope that the new year will hold some unseen relief from the relentless mule drive of living. Here we go again...

Hope everyone had a good one!  Here's to a great 2012

I'm still awake.

Got my family to watch Escape from NY last night, which my sister referred to as "some old movie." Whatever, I put this one in the win column.

OK.  Weird New Years Eve story time.  Anyone else got one?

A couple of friends have a band.  It started out a few years ago as just a two piece affair, acoustic guitar and keyboard.  Occasionally they bring in another friend, a drummer, and on even more rare occasions they bring in an electric and a bass. 

Somehow the guitar player met up with a new drummer and they end up with a gig in the basement bar of a nice downtown hotel.  I show up halfway through the first set and soon realize the drummer is occasionally pedaling one set of cymbals and maybe tapping a snare.  He is definitely not playing the drums and he looks alternately like he has the worst case of stage fright and or is plain retarded when it comes to playing drums.  His wife or girlfriend is there and the entire show he continually is looking out at her and shrugging his shoulders and smiling as if to say, "I have no fucking clue what I am doing.  Herpa-derp."

During the first break they all go outside for a smoke I guess.  The keyboard player comes back down to fiddle with some incorrect settings on the board and I inquire about WTF is going on with the drummer.  The story he gives me is that this guy has apparently just been hired to be the new drummer for Jared Leto's band 30 Seconds to Mars and is about to embark upon a thirty city tour in 2012.  Why isn't he playing then?  According to my friend he is having a stress meltdown.  Ooohhookaayy....

Second set begins and this guy keeps mugging at his lady friend and just generally looking like he has no clue what the hell he is doing and making a complete fuck up of my friends show.  Somewhere after midnight he just gets up from behind the set, did I mention this is a brand new, $9000+ drum set that someone apparently gave him, and wanders off upstairs and every now and then coming back down to watch the show.

At the end of the night the story has changed from a stress meltdown to "We never practiced together" which is total BS because the two original band members and the original drummer and the other two that join in from time to time NEVER EVER practice together.  They are all just really good musicians and basically jam together on covers during their shows.

So, that was my NYE.  Watching my friends play a show with a drummer who didn't drum and fuming most of the night at him somewhat ruining their show.  They eventually just decided to say fuck it and play their normal style of just the two of them.

The consensus right now as we, the keyboardist and I, have talked about it after the show and some today is that the guy is either schizo or maybe it was some sort of Make-A-Wish thing and his "wife" and friends were his handlers.  An apology beer session is planned with the "regular" drummer and they plan to never stray again.

Anyone else have any odd goings on last night?

And who the fuck name drops Jared Leto's band?  Seriously.

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Anyone else have any odd goings on last night?
 

I woke up leaning against the DJ setup at a gay bar in the East Village at 6 AM. I think I passed out around 4:30. Fortunately, taxis.

I was wearing those big glasses that have the year's numbers on them. It was for 2001. No, I don't know where they came from.

I ended up going to our friends' party.  After gabbing about The Old Republic for a good hour, I ended up on the couch with a couple of people I work with while everyone else played Beer Pong.  Stopped drinking at 11, watched the ball drop, left at 12:30.

I officially feel old.

My cousin and his wife were over from Australia for a couple of days so me and the missus took them out for dinner to a local thai place and then walked home in the Auckland summer's eve with three or four glasses of wine bouying us.

At home the wine flowed on and we bullshitted about all manner of bullshit plus the guitar came out and we crooned a bunch of songs until just after midnight when we shut up just long enough to hear the sounds of a jaunty live brass band drifting on the wind through the open windows.

So we headed out again into the balmy night air - into The Future - and a few doors down we found them playing on the courtyard outside a local scout hall. A Samoan church group numbering about 60-70 and ranging across all ages from little ones running around chasing each other to elders sitting on chairs and leaning on walking sticks, twelve or fourteen of whom were playing the instruments in a semi-circle around a young guy playing a drum kit while most of the rest sang, dressed in the usual lava-lavas, leather sandals, buttoned shirts and leis. We knew none of them but they were as typically welcoming and warm as Samoan church groups always are and love and community radiated out into the universe above as warm drizzle began to fall from above.