In case you haven’t read them before, I chronicled fourteen New Year’s Eves last year, from 1988 to 2001. It’s got a little bit of everything — sneaking into clubs, drinking and dashing, getting ethnic on someone’s ass, running into old flames, raves and even an attempted mugging, spanning the globe from good old Accordion City to Manhattan to San Francisco to Manila to Prague.
My financial situation still prevents me from globe-hopping this year, so it’s New Year’s Eve in Accordion City tonight. First it’s dinner at an as-yet-unknown location, followed by a Moulin Rouge theme party at Peter Timofjew’s colossal warehouse loft (where he held a big Hallowe’en party), which is a short walk from my house. The party is a fundraiser for the Free Flow Dance Company, and yes, they’ll be performing the can-can tonight. Perhaps I’ll bring the good accordion with the French-souding reeds.
Have a safe and happy New Year, whether you’re going out or taking it easy at home!