New Year - New Ear

There is no better way to spend New Year's Eve than watching The Mars Volta after ingesting a good amount of brownies that makes everything in your peripheral view more joyful and the food taste better, surrounded by people wearing their personal avatar. It is, after all, a costume party and I was the Ringleader. I met a Banana hand in hand with a purple Forest Nymph, an uglier version of Dr. Gonzo, a fake Santa Claus, a whole gang of Waldo's, and a drunk guy wearing a green and white striped polo shirt and a plastic viking helmet several sizes smaller than his wobbly skull. As the invisible clock struck midnight, multi-colored balloons fell down from the ceiling while I kissed a Cleopatra dressed up for a night of partying with Rita Hayworth. What a way to end a year. In the BART train, on the way back home, the whole car I was in was filled with the scent of vomit and the voices of two guys arguing which one was the better joker, "Here's Johnny" Nicholson or "Broke Back" Ledger? A good sign for the year that's coming.