It was going to be such a fun night - The Blonde invited me to some B-list starfucker extravaganza on the Paramount lot - an event which was cancelled due to the rain that dumped on LA all day.
Before all of you in other parts of the country decide that we're wimps, remember that Los Angeles is not a city built for rain. The city was built to suit it's arid climate - technicolor stucco buildings on wide palm tree-lined boulevards which have very poor drainage due to both the soil and the geography. The streets flood if more than an inch of rain falls in a 24 hour period.
Since it rained fairly heavily all day, there was citywide flooding (of course), and quite a few of the outdoor events got cancelled. Although I've got wet-weather clothing which would enable me to stand in the rain all night and be perfectly comfortable, it's not exactly something you'd wear to a party and I wasn't really looking forward to slogging through rivers of runoff water while wearing open-toed shoes.
So - I spent the evening in my underwear, watching Simpsons DVDs and listening to my neighbors fire guns in the air at midnight.
I have a bad history with New Year's Eve. Something always fucks it up. Last year, it was a Bel-Air house party full of twits, the year before that it was two bitchy gay guys who couldn't find a good party and dragged me all over the city with them while they complained. I think the year before that it was a psycho boyfriend.
I'm kind of glad this one was quiet.
Here's to an uneventful New Year's Eve and a good year to follow.
Happy New Year, everyone.