PhiloNYE in Review

Not only did I not show my lovely lady bits to the genteel folk of Rittenhouse Square and the rest of Philadelphia I also did not do any of the following, a great improvement from BoNYE 2006:

Kiss random strangers or friends in a drunken stupor. I did kiss my fair share of GBFs and had my neck molested in an altogether fine fashion by my GH John. I'm certain that people thought we were madly in love; and we were --with our Grey Goose and cranberry.

Mysteriously vanish from the bar like a sketchball. This act was fast on its way to becoming a LindsoNYE tradition what with leaving Aer with that ridiculous guitar player in 2005 and running away after creating the most ridiculous signature move ever (hint: it involves a hand and it's gentle). I actually missed being Sketchy McSketcherson this year, but the activity was somewhat hindered by my lack of knowledge of the streets of Philadelphia. Sketchy McSketcherson is all fine and good until she turns up dead in the Schuylkill.

Bring a large bag of pepperoni and a Costco sized box of Ritz crackers. I knew this was a mistake from the minute I brought it to BoNYE because, much like the Gentle Hand, the tradition now lives on. Charlie and Asian Mike brought it this year and DAMN did it reek.

What did I do, you ask?

Got propositioned by our cab driver. Of course, this is after he tried to charge us a flat rate of $40.00 for our ride home when it really only costs $15.00 or so. Seriously? You already tried to screw me in one way buddy, attempting to do it in an altogether different manner is going to be met with similar results. And laughter.

Drank a bottle of champagne by 3:30pm. On it's own, not a grand feat for my bionic liver - couple it with the fact that the bottle was placed in my hand at 3:00 or so - after I'd already have a Pom martini - and you've got yourself a story.

Played Mafia. Lots of mafia. I must have been rusty because damned if I was just sucking the entire game.

Fought in Public. That's right kids, John and I got into a fight at the Bellevue hotel party. About my sex life. For those of you who couldn't make it out to this monumental event, I feel sorry for you. It was pretty amazing.

All in all, PhiloNYE went off without a hitch - I had fun, got wrecked, didn't show my unmentionables, and got into a very public screaming match in a very swish ballroom.