New Year's Peeve.
I'm not sure about the rest of you, but I find the entire ritual behind getting all hyped up about a new year INCREDIBLY pretentious in every regard. Maybe it's because I'm getting older and the more I learn and absorb, the more I see how retarded these meaningless celebrations are and why they don't contribute to anything except waste and potential trouble. Every single New Year's Eve party I've ever been to has ended up with dumb asses puking all over the place, drunk morons, fights, horrendous music, ugly bitches hanging all over me and terrible drinks. Not only that, but the next day, you read about all the dip shits that died driving home drunk, the fools arrested at checkpoints, people getting shot by stray bullets from guns others fire up in the air or random acts of "celebration" which is just another way of saying "arson, rape, manslaughter or defacing property."
Now, most would just be saying "well, you're just sore about not being invited anywhere because you're a curmudgeon and no one likes you." I'm realistic first of all and second, I was invited to Las Vegas for New Year's this time around with a group of about seven people; some I know and some I barely know. I came very close to packing my bags, but ended up not going for a few reasons.
The first reason was money. I'm not really poor, but I realized that I've been to Vegas twice this year and every time I came home empty handed. I usually break even at the slots (I stay FAR away from the tables) and end up spending what I won back on the overpriced food and shows. Don't get me wrong, the shows are really entertaining, but most of them aren't worth the admission price. I came close to seeing Penn and Teller last time, but decided on seeing a sexy show called Fantasy that was pretty damn hot, but anyway. I'm on a strict budget right now and rather than be broke for 2012, I opted to be smarter than my colleagues.
The second reason was that I would have had to sleep on a couch in a room with seven other people. See, one of my good friends that planned this little escapade got two rooms at New York New York for a cheap price because he belongs to one of those gambling clubs and he gambled so much that he got comped a room and another at half price if he wanted it. He is not a very good organizer so, what ended up happening was he tried cramming everyone into one space because he figured no one would be sleeping much anyway. While that may be true, that means we'd all have to share one bathroom and if we brought any chick back to the room, we'd be shit out of luck for privacy, not to mention it would be awkward sleeping around people you barely know. You'd think that he wouldn't invite anyone else to go after this; nope. He invited three others for a total of ten. Unacceptable. Fortunately, the other three paid an extra fee for the second room, but that didn't solve the space problem in the main room. The fuckers wanted me to pay $100 for the privilege of sleeping on the floor at first, too, but then offered me the couch again since there was more room and kept upping the price of the trip for no reason. They were taking a shitload of alcohol that I wanted no part of so, that was included in the fee. I felt bad because he wanted me to go, but I have a low tolerance level for bad planning and trying to weasel me out of my cash.
The third reason was that Las Vegas on New Year's Eve may sound like all fun and games, but it's dangerous and unpredictable to the MAX around this time. People from all over the world go there just to party for one night and act like bafoons. It's even worse when everyone planned on going to Fremont Street, which is the poor side of Vegas and is known to have a lot of seedy activity. Imagine Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, but cleaned up a little better since then. It's for the people that pissed off the casino owners on the main drag one too many times and have no other haven left. The idea of wandering the strip alone during New Year's Eve because I refused to go to an area that has more prostitute deaths per capita than the entire nation didn't really sit too well with me.
The fourth reason, and this may sound silly, is that I can't smoke my weed in peace. Oh, sure, people smoke all the time and no one says a word, but Nevada cops in Vegas have always been real DICKS about reefer and I really don't know why, legal to patients or not. Since the late-70s, possession for marijuana has always been strict and I want no part of a jail cell because some disgruntled pig decided his night sucked. I got my medical card for a reason; to not be harassed by cops. Since Nevada, along with the other twelve states that provide medicinal marijuana, just won't hop on the fucking bandwagon and recognize OTHER state-issued cards, there's not much I can do short of signing up for one there which is ridiculous because that shit isn't cheap. Alcohol in place of weed isn't the same because I despise hangovers and hate how it makes me behave and since I would have been sleeping on a fucking couch, I would have needed to do a whole lot o' tokin'.
When something doesn't smell right, my antenna go up and I steer clear. Hey, call me paranoid and overly cautious if you want, but I have to cover my own ass because no one else will. I'm looking out for number one.
Oh, and "new year's resolutions" are pretty self-defeating also because the moment you say "I resolve to" so and so, you create stress and pressure to fulfill these obligations.
So, on that note, and with all my damn complaints in check, what is everyone doing tonight?
"When the majority believes in what is false, the truth becomes a quest." - Me