2004-01-02
midnight
Waitressed on New Year's Eve, which, for some reason, has never depressed me.
(Maybe it's the champagne?)
What did depress me was realizing that I didn't have someone to kiss when the ball dropped in Times Square.
It was the first time in nine years and it actually took me a good ten minutes to end that particular pity party.
I realized that lots of my friends at work were single too, and fabulously so.
So I gave all the single boys hugs.
Except Rob, who always ducks out in fear that I'm going to assault him.
He got a wave and a smile.
betholindo at 10:54 a.m.