Me Me Me – The Perfect New Year’s Threesome
So on New Years Eve – after my resounding IT victory – I was feeling pretty damn pleased with myself. With my favorite Brit Pop MP3 mix playing in the background, I danced around the house getting ready to go out. I put on makeup and the ‘Sex Tourist’ t-shirt John sent in my Christmas package. I was ready to party.
But when I got to Caroline’s bar, it was closed. Not a good sign. I went up to the Mut Mee barbeque and there everyone was – sitting around chatting quietly while one of the Nong Khai New Agers played soft rock on an acoustic guitar. No! No no no. I wanted Scissor Sisters, not John Denver. I half-jokingly asked Caroline when the dance party was going to start at the bar. She said, “There’s not going to be a dance party. We’re having a chill New Year’s.” Chill, huh? I left, saying I would come back later but seriously, New Year’s Eve without a dance party is like coffee without caffeine.
Now if I were a very cool person or if I had at least one fun partner-in-crime, I would have gone back and tried to get the party started. As it is, I decided it wasn’t worth the effort, and anyway maybe it was better to spend New Year’s hanging out on my own instead of ending up sitting around disappointed and bored. (Which probably would have happened, considering Caroline’s summary of New Year’s celebrations: “It was shit.”)
Cut to: kick ass solo dance party at my house. I busted some fierce moves but since I was alone, you’ll just have to take my word for it. I also gave a moment of thanks for how fun my friends at home are – ‘and wherever two or more are gathered, there also a dance party shall be,’ as it says in the Bible.
At midnight, I broke the seal on a new bottle of water and poured myself a coffee mug full to toast the new year. Then I ran outside at the sound of fireworks. I only saw a few big ones through the trees but then I saw something else, something strange in the distance. It looked like a very slow moving flare. I could not for the life of me figure out what it might be. Then suddenly over the top of the monastery appeared a floating procession of translucent lamps lit from inside with flames. I stood in the middle of the street staring transfixed at the fiery little ships as they sailed far overhead and then away toward where the full moon backlit high, silent wisps of cloud.
I am really superstitious about the first things I see after midnight on New Year’s and whether they are omens of good luck or not. As I watched the lamps floating away, all at once I felt sure that it’s going to be a really good year. Maybe even better than the year I saw the midget dancing. Maybe.
Tags: Nong Khai, Thailand
sandra_101
wwewewewewe
Wow! This sounds WAY more memorable than my New Year’s. Deciding to skip two parties I was invited to (one of which the ex was going to be attending with a new lady friend), I stayed in and think I was journaling when the clock struck 12:00. I was doing the Me Me Me too…but I heard the oh oh oh of a happily orgasmic woman just before 12:00. Lucky bitch.