New York Shitty Day Ender: 10 (Plus 2) for 2010
Last night was anything but eventful at the Chez Shitty household. The Mister and I were both tired so we laid down for a nap. We didn’t awaken until midnight when the sounds of merriment broke our slumber. He turned to me and said:
We’re really exciting people, aren’t we?
Call it old age or me being simply antisocial, but New Year’s is something I do not get excited about. The thought of trudging around in sub-freezing weather, dealing with drunk people and their shenanigans does not appeal to me. I’d rather stay home, thank you very much. Besides, if the general din I heard last night was any indication, there were more than enough folks in the Garden Spot of the Universe having fun on my behalf. This kept me up until 3:00 a.m. in the morning. But I digress.
I imagine a number of you reading this had a wee bit too much fun for last night and are now paying the price. The gentleman who operates the bodega across from my apartment noted seltzer, Alka-Seltzer, aspirin and “hangover Helper” were in particular demand today. Regardless of how hard you partied, dear readers, I can assure you there are people out there who did it better and more fabulous than you. To this end I have culled a dozen images from my rather extensive collection of thrift store/found photos I have amassed over the years for your edification. Enjoy!
The only person I know who could pull this man’s look off with a shred of dignity and do it fabulously is Aaron Short.
This has a certain Valley of the Dolls quality I find endearing.
Three words: New F*cking Jersey. Not that this intended as an insult, mind you.
For the less effete among you I offer this, which appears to hail from the East Village.
Yes, we have bananas.
Alcohol: check. Firearms: check. I have little doubt tobacco also had some part in this.
Yes, the gentleman to the left is Johnny Rotten.
Godzilla takes a toke before taking down Tokyo.
Then of course there is the matter of the morning after. And last, but (or would that be BUTT) hardly least, what would New Year’s Day be without a “baby”?
Happy New Year, New York Shittites!
P.S.: Xris commented today in regards to this post):
Glad to see someone keeping up the tradition of the Christmas snake, which guarded the manger where the little baby jeebus was born.
Sometimes a snake is just a snake, Xris.