New Year’s Eve is a failure

And now, dream and nightmare from Pecanne Log’s favorite journalist/blogger of all time, Thomas Wheatley of Creative Loafing:

Ideal: Riding around in a limo replete with an open-air hot tub in the back of it, double-fisting flutes of champagne and getting a midnight smooch from Flip Spiceland.

Reality: Black-out sober, dressed up like a member of GWAR, playing X-Box, and prank calling my grandmother. Who has caller ID. And never picks up. Because she’s at a New Year’s Eve party.

* Just an archive photo of a coppertop New Year’s reveler; not the actual Thomas Wheatley.

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