New Year, less procrastination? Hardly. Here I am with hours to go on an important grad school application, and NOW of all times I'm inspired to return. I can't stay long, but I hope you all had a meaningful, or meaningless but awesome, New Years Eve. I don't know why everyone gets so worked up about that one night; I think we're desperate for meaning so we hang it all on the symbolism of the new year, but in the midst of that search we overdo it and wind up with little more than hangovers and good memories. Which isn't all bad.
We threw a massive party here in Brooklyn, and danced in the New Year in our dusty, smokey basement. I made no resolutions at midnight, because I wouldn't keep them anyway. Instead I managed to slip up to my room for a moment after the initial hubbub died down, and celebrate for a solitary second with a sip of single malt scotch. Ardbeg, if you were wondering; smokey, peaty stuff. Better than Talisker, I hate to say... (And yes it is spelled Talisker with one L but that name was already taken.)
The party made me long for not-so-long-ago days when dancing and drinking weren't so foreign to me. All I do is work at a bar and work on applications and the article. So I found a few pictures of happier and stranger days. Once these last few essays are done though, watch out dancefloor.