New Year's Weave?
After much traveling outside the US, it was nice to finally head back and enjoy the no language barriers and of course the convenience of wireless networks everywhere you go. We flew into Miami after a LONG plane ride and drove up to West Palm where one of our travelers had a home. We stayed long enough to catch up on some long awaited rest then went back to our crazy travel schedule. Next stop, the mecca of New Year's Eve, New York City. Once we flew in we decided instead of shopping clients, it was time for us to do the shopping. My best friend Ashley decided she wanted to look ultra fabulous for New Years and have extentions put it. I went with it and got my hair dyed and cut. We got a room at the Sofitel hotel and decided to pre-party Saturday night. For some reason, we decided on getting wasted asap and downed a couple long islands which turned out later to not be such a great idea...
3 hours later and 5 long islands down, we decided to head to a bar that we purchased tickets for. Although drinks were included in the hundred dollar tickets, we obviously didn't need them anymore. There we were, all 16 of us, partying hard until the stroke of midnight when, the ball and some of our stomachs dropped...I saw another friend immediately puking behind a speaker and next, Ashley started to..on the dance floor. She grabbed her hair and thr force of puking must've made her pull out her train of hair. I saw what looked like a beautifully dyed animal clenched in one of her manicured hands and laughed as I helped her. She asked me, "what am I supposed to do with this?" I told her to just toss it. "Toss it where?" she asked. I told her on the floor and just as we were about to flee the scene, a security stopped up and told her to pick it up. She ended up having to cart it around and sadly to say, she looked ridiculous. We headed back to the hotel where we all passed out and as I held her hair while she puked in the toilet I told her, "it's ok, we all had a great new year's weave." She tried to say I hate you but the puke intervened. What are friends for right?
