Auf Wiedersehen, 2011
My lovely B.S. invited me to celebrate the new year at a German playboy’s mansion.
M.S. made a great date. We watched the most amazing belly dancer (probably imported from Arabia) and we danced to an incredible Spanish Flamanco guitarist who really knocked my socks off with his talent. We met some interesting people, snacked on sushi and drank serval glasses of fine wine, deciding that 2012 was certainly going to be the best yet.
Shortly after the ball dropped, Bettina came over and whispered in my ear, “You are the best thing that happened this year, I think.”
Moments before last call, we hopped into the V-Dub (retrieved by the valet attendants from a sea of Bentleys) and left Port Royal to slum it at Paddy Murphy’s — a dive that I frequented a decade ago when I somehow wasn’t so offended by the thick smokey air and hungry looks from potential drunken date-rapists frat boys.
Thankfully my sobriety (which admittedly isn’t depicted in this photo) got everyone home safely.
I hope your last night of 2011 was just a special.
