So, 2009...
On New Year's Eve, I climbed out of my bedroom window to go see Gogol Bordello.
This is possibly the most rebellious thing I have ever done, and so was met with more shock than anger by my parents. I mean, they were very upset initially, but it soon turned to vague disappointment, and then joking incredulousness. To be fair, I was surprised myself.
So, climbing out the window: I live in a rowhome, so not as impressive as it sounds. My bedroom window is right above the downstairs bathroom roof (an add-on), so the farthest drop was about 7 feet. I couldn't close the window afterward, though, so my parents quickly discovered my absence, but I made a mad dash for the subway. Did I mention it was freezing and extremely windy? Well, it was, and past concert experiences had prevented me from bringing my heavy coat (lugging that around for three hours? I don't think so), so I was wearing some Brazilian military jacket (surplus FTW) and a huge scarf. CHILLAY. Especially since I had to wait for a ride for half an hour once I got downtown.
Oh, but it was worth it. I SAW GOGOL BORDELLO. GOGOL muthafuckin BORDELLO. The concert was amazing, though I wish I could have gone on better terms and brought the friends I wanted to bring.
Still, best New Year's Eve I've ever had, hands down. Also, most ass-kicking show I've ever been to. Wearing white flats was not the best idea ever.
I slacked on the photos, but here's a crappy one of the midnight balloon drop:
It was insanity. At midnight, not only did balloons and confetti drop from the ceiling, but they also had the opening band parade around the crowd in costumes. And a big ol' new year's dragon. :)
Also, the opening band was this balkan dance dealie with a SOUSAPHONE (yeah, I'm a music dork.) But seriously, a sousaphone. If that's not kickass, I don't know what is.