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December 30, 2015
Ode to New Year’s Eve ’89-‘90—Sushi, High Schoolers, Blown Out Speakers and Lox Around the Clock
New Year’s Eve always makes me groan. What an overhyped, excessively overpriced holiday heavily laden with forced conviviality and synthetic joy! Gag. Whoever said it’s a holiday for amateurs was correct!
For the last 20 years or so, I’ve had relatively calm and introspective New Year’s Eve celebrations. I think THIS is the perfect way to spend the evening: going out to dinner, seeing a movie and then watching the ball in Times Square drop on TV. That’s it. I don’t need anything more.
And it’s not just age that cured me of New Year’s Eveitis–it was a New Year’s Eve past in New York City that was so chaotic and so full of unrealized and unreasonably high expectations that afterwards I vowed to never ever take it seriously again. If that meant I would be dismissive toward it, then so be it.
It was New Year’s Eve 1989 heading into 1990. I was in my 20s. My friend Evelyn had called me a few days before asking me what I was going to be doing for New Year’s Eve. I told her I had no plans. She mentioned that her sister knew a lot of people and had been invited to a slew of parties.
“I should get the list from her,” she told me. “We should go to all those parties. We should make this the best New Year’s Eve ever. We might even meet someone.” Like me, Evelyn was single and also around the same age.
That sounded like a good idea, I replied. It had been eons (well for me) since I had done anything remotely memorable on New Year’s Eve.
On the day of reckoning, I met up with Evelyn at her apartment in Manhattan’s Stuyvesant Town section where she lived. Also at her place was a friend of hers Lynn, another single woman in her 20s, whom Evelyn had invited to partake in the evening’s festivities with us.
The evening started off on a potentially promising note. The first party we hit was on St. Mark’s Place in the East Village. Our hosts were a very charming couple who seemed to be in their late 20s/early 30s. The woman was Japanese and her male significant other was English. They served sushi and played light jazz on their tape mix.
The apartment wasn’t crowded—maybe less than a dozen others were also there.
To be honest, I liked it. I could have stayed there the entire night. But I got overruled by Evelyn and Lynn.
While talking to a fortysomething female guest who worked as a nurse and was telling me how her life changed for the better after she turned 30 (I liked this considering the 3-0 was looming in the distance), I saw Evelyn and Lynn huddled in a corner. With an upraised finger, Evelyn motioned me to join them in their private tete-a-tete.
“This is a very nice party,” said Evelyn. “But it’s too mellow and…classy. I mean, this is New Year’s Eve. We want to dance and have fun. So we want to go. What do you think?”
As I was clearly outflanked, I shrugged and went along with Evelyn and Lynn.
The next party on the list required us taking a subway to midtown. I don’t remember if this was the East Side or the West Side but I know it was midtown—perhaps the 30s. Definitely not in the epicenter of madness-Times Square–but pretty close to it.
By this time, we were about 10 minutes away from midnight—when the ball drops. We got to our destination just in the nick of time. Unfortunately, there was a big problem: Virtually all of the party-ers were high schoolers, with their parents acting as chaperones! Oh no! So as quickly as we arrived, as quickly we left. And the clock struck midnight while we were in the elevator trying to get the hell out of there.
Next up was another party, also midtown. This one was good—on the surface, that is. The apartment was beautifully furnished; the crowd was fun and welcoming; the food was delicious; the music was excellent; and everyone was dancing and enjoying the New Year’s Eve.
But…(and this seemed to be a running theme with all the parties we hit that night) there was a BIG problem. Except for another female there (who seemed to be friends with one of the hosts), we were the only women. Yes, my friends, we were with all gay men. Sigh.
Once again, I saw Evelyn and Lynn huddled in a corner. And once again, Evelyn motioned me to join them in their private conversation.
“This is a great party,” she said to me. “But the men here are all gay! We are three attractive, single and straight women. What are we doing on New Year’s Eve with all of these gay men?”
At this point, it was getting late—about 2:30 am or thereabouts. At that point, I knew that the prospect of us having a perfect New Year’s Eve and meeting the loves of our lives was…greatly diminishing. But I went along with Evelyn and Lynn. I was outnumbered you see. But they had a point.
Evelyn said there was one more party on the list. This was in Soho and was being thrown by several NYU graduate film school students. Having gone to NYU as an undergrad and befriended quite a few NYU film students, I looked forward to mingling with these folks at this party.
Unfortunately, by the time we got there—after 3 am, the party seemed to be ostensibly over. Most of the food and liquor was gone. People were leaving. Some were passed out on sofas and chairs. Even the speakers had blown out.
The hostess thanked us for coming but apologized.
“It’s too bad you guys didn’t come earlier. We had a lot of food and booze—and the speakers were working,” she said.
Sigh.
We left soon after and walked to a then very popular 24/7 hour diner called Lox Around the Clock. It was near where Evelyn lived. In the diner were lots of hungover, insomniac New Year’s Eve revelers who were clearly getting an early breakfast after a night of heavy-duty partying. We, too, ordered an early breakfast.
Lynn and I crashed at Evelyn’s place that morning. I remember waking up with a big headache and disappointed expectations. Oh well.
Six months later, Evelyn told me she was leaving New York City to move to Spain. On a vacation there a year earlier, she had a fling with a much younger con artist/criminal type. She was infatuated with him and wanted to rekindle that flame. She also wanted to perfect her Spanish so she enrolled in a school there to do just that. I never saw her again.
But I do think often of that NYE that turned out to be a washout probably because we had such unrealistically high expectations. Still, it did cure me of a socially mandated need to party like mad on that night. But more important than that, I see that evening as being pretty symbolic as it closed the chapter to a somewhat unruly time in my life (the 1980s) while ushering in a decade where I hunkered down and finally got serious (the 1990s).
Have a very Happy New Year’s Eve! And if you get drunk, PLEASE have someone else drive you home.
Lots of health, best wishes and good fortune for 2016!
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December 21, 2015
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