2002-01-03 9:31 p.m. New Year's Eve. Four years ago, I drank my way into 1998 with a bottle of Merlot as my only companion. When I woke up, the Merlot had gone, but a raging headache the likes of which Frederick had never seen had taken it's place. Two years ago I spent way too much money on a far-too-mediocre "Milennium Party" only to have my girlfriend at the time break up with me when I called to wish her happy new year. The point is, for me, New Year's Eve always comes with more than a little trepidation on my part. I've had more than my share of crappy ones. I didn't even delve into the high school years. So, when I have one that doesn't completely suck, I chalk it up as a victory. Which may just be the dumbest thing I've said today. To sum it up: Dinner, Drinks, and Dancing at the 13th Floor. No closing time for Baltimore Bars. Tomfoolery in Federal Hill. Sleep finally came at 6am. And now, some related pictures.... Ok, I admit, the first picture is rather crappy. It's Baltimore's skyline from the back. This was the view from one side of the 13th Floor. The giant lit-up thingy in the middle of the pic is B*more's Washington Monument (which predated D.C.'s by 19 years, thankyouverymuch) which was literally 30 seconds from my apartment before I moved back to Frederick. Moving on.... Look! It's the first round of drinks. Local time: approximately 9:15pm. The froofy-lookin' green one in the foreground is my Tom Collins. Oh, shut up. This is my inebriated attempt at art. It's a picture taken from my digi-cam looking straight up while surrounded by liquory goodness. Drunk I was, an artiste I am not. One of the best things about the bar was the view of the skyline and the fireworks beyond. Unfortunately, when the fireworks started, I was dancing and ended up getting stuck behind a very large, very aggrivated women. So my view to the show was a little, ummm, blocked. Here's my first shot. But, to me, the right of the picture is far more interesting. Look! A green one! And, if you look closely, you'll see slightly less rum in that bottle of Captain. Boy's gotta drink; even in the middle of a fireworks show. This was taken near the end of the night. I do remember that. How I got the 'Nipsy Russell nametag, or even who would be running around naming people after early-80's sitcom stars is beyond me. Oh, by the way, the same-color shirt/tie combo was new to me. I kind of like it. downtown----uptown leave me a note, fool!

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