The coffee

Wee trigger-warning here - I’ll be talking about how I nearly killed myself here. Just so you know.

Many years ago, in a life far, far away....

I had a difficult breakup in late January 2020. It was heartbreak compounded by the extreme events that colored a devastating year for the world. A lot of growth came through being alone through the pandemic but it was challenging and I didn’t really open myself up to being close with anyone again. Recently I met…

it was ‘96, goa india. there had been a great full moon trance rave on the full moon for christmas eve. that was fun party. all the trees were painted and glowing in fluorescing paints. i only had to touch the glowing stuff, and found that it would get it all over my hands and face until i was also glowing a reddish or…

Last year’s was lovely, if bittersweet. It was our first New Year’s as a married couple, but also my first New Year’s without my dad, who had passed away a little over a month earlier. I took my husband for the first time up to the mountain: When my dad was a boy, his father had bought some land up on the mountain…

My very best NYE was when I was 19, the first New Year’s after I’d left home... about 35 years ago, let’s say. I was living in a room downtown, doing community theater, writing and hanging around with poets and artists and actors and musicians in my cow-town city... it was a small scene, but comfortable. You’d pretty…

When I was a kid, don’t recall the exact year, (but I remember we were watching Solid Gold as the New Year’s show, so 80-82?) and we were at a party at our neighbors apt in our building.

So flashback to NYE 2006, about to be 2007. I was a senior in high school, seventeen, and my friends and I had a habit of going on night-time “escapades”, as they had been dubbed. (I think by me, but maybe not.) It was the height of the emo/scene kids, and there I was, a little Goth fairy-princess. Since none of our…

I don’t have a lot of NYE stories because I am a boring nerd; this year was us buying a little tiny baby split of Prosecco, like half a glass each. At midnight we toasted and drank and were done. Husband pointed out there was a bit left in my glass, and I drank it down while hissing “this is your soul, 2o20.”

Most of our NYEs are total duds. We don’t drink, and we’re both introverts, so we stay home and go to bed early. However. A couple of years ago we were in France for the holiday. We’d arrived in Paris and checked into our hotel. Mr E wanted to go to the Eiffel Tower and the Champs Elysees and celebrate. I didn’t -…

Nothing super magical, but I always call my mom on NYE, even when I’m drunk. Last night I called her around 8:30, because now she’s almost 80 and I know I shouldn’t call her too late. We laughed about how many times I’ve called her completely hammered at midnight. I’m a total lightweight, so it doesn’t take much.

It was 1978 and I was professionally employed in the theatre, in my mid 20s, and living in the greatest city in the world, with the bf that I knew was THE ONE. (Reader, 42 years later he still is). At 11:30pm beer and weed were not sufficiently celebratory so we jumped on the subway in time to arrive in Central Park…

I scored a very very lucky housesitting gig over the 99/00 holidays in London. It was spectacular. Unfortunately, I tripped on Christmas Eve and knocked my two front teeth out (even I found the “All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth” thing funny). On New Year’s Eve a guy I met on the flight over set me up…

A similar list for the French market (but without slideshow).

We grew tired of the drug connotation. We like back alley gambling much better.

I’m glad I rank right up there with a good bowel movement. There’s honestly nothing more satisfying, amiright?

O man you took me back. I completely forgot about this track but I do remember this remix from a few hardcore and hard house shows in my younger years.

Great piece Brett! Definitely something to explore further.