"I caught a fare back this way and saw a huge blue flash... [radio chatter]... Cops and the firetrucks were there... [radio chatter].. looked like some fucking drunk ran his car straight through a pole."
We finally caught a cab and he gave us the information we needed to hear. Whether or not it was true, it seemed fitting.

The New Year's Party was great. As my Gin took hold so did my smile. Great time spent amongst Great friends. The moment of the New Year came... and went.... and then... The power, oh-so vital to the disco ball, the ipods, the stereo system, the TV, the lighting, and the essence of the party also went.

Plunged into pitch blackness a flurry of accidents occurred. Bottles clanked to the floor, apologies sang out as collisions filled in the crowded space. A fresh drink clinked as it was knocked over in the blindness. Unseen ice cubes scattered across the floor. Unaware, they were stepped upon and seconds later there was a crash - A broken arm for a poor girl. The influence of any Gin quickly vanished and the childlike momentum of a power outage suddenly slowed.

Outside in the freezing cold I stood with my Two best friends.
Our cab long overdue, weather setting in, but the declaration of an Iron Man Competition keeping us in place. There was only space inside, in the warmth for the weak.

The cab didn't show and we continued to stand. Snow now dusting our suits, my fingers comforting my pocketed stainless steel flask, my feet freezing solid.
We stood there waiting, talking, complaining, laughing; recapping, joking and offering commentary where none was asked for.

Another Great New Year's Celebration, even with all things considered.