All Is Quiet On New Year’s Day

Posted Jan 1, 2006 by Alex Vila

Updated Jan 1, 2006 at 09:44 PM

I had a heck of a great time last night at Santoro’s Amphitheater, where Mickey and I celebrated the New Year with break beat DJs Baby Anne and Icey.  Fire dancers and trapeze artists were part of the glamorous atmosphere, along with lots of people who were happy to have someone to kiss when the ball dropped.  Every person in the place looked terrific, and all were dressed in the best gear and accessorized to the nines.  I told a stranger that I liked her bracelet, a glittery band that went over the back of her hand and linked through her fingers, and she gave to me.  She said I was “fabulous” and she thought I should have it.  I told her I couldn’t take it, but she insisted. 

Mick and I danced all night, for as long as my sore little feet could handle it.  The next time we plan to go out until the sun comes up, I’ll be sure to wear better shoes.  Once I decided I’d had enough, we headed to The James Joyce to meet some friends who’d watched the ball drop at a house party near Seventh Avenue.  Minutes before it was time stop serving alcohol in Ybor City, we left the pub with our pals and headed to the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino to meet some more people. 

The original plan was to go to Floyd’s, but we ended up hanging out in the lobby bar area for an hour and a half.  Mick ran into an old pal there, so the group of us hung out drinking and chatting.  We left around 5 a.m., when the terrible 1990s dance music got the best of us.  Once we got home, I slept like a baby until noon.