Goodbyes are better blacked out

Hoola Hoop has officially left the city and is on her way to live in Colorado. Although we curse Booze for taking her away it’s hard not to be excited for her new job, home, life, etc… She’s going to love it there! And she’ll be close to Rose which makes us all a little jealous.

The best part of someone’s city departure is the going away party. It’s a balls out, anything goes, forget your name celebration. A valid reason to drink heavily instead of the usual, “there’s a bar open.”

My father was in town for her scheduled party so I was unable to stay out all night like the hardcore participants. I made up for the drinking I missed on the surprise party Monday night. I blacked out shortly after dinner but from what I remember it was an absolute blast. The last time I was in such a state was Boyle’s farewell party about 6 months ago. I’m glad I’m consistent.

Booze invited a few of his friends as well. They are all cut from the same mold and for some reason I absolutely love every single one of them. I find their breed fascinating. One I should study behind glass wearing a lab coat while documenting their behavior patterns. These mountain men travel the earth without real jobs or direction and spend the majority of their time partying (unless they are canoeing). That’s their thing. When I was with Puddy I felt like part of the crew (except I have to hold down a real job which sucks.) Now I’m Puddy free but an outsider. I start to pout if I think of it like that so I try not to, especially since it’s in my own head. None of these guys care. For a proper distraction, I continued to drink heavily, toasted Hoola’s good fortune, flirted with whichever mountain man sat next to me, and joined the taxi serenade before the curtain fell on Hoola’s life in NYC. Like I said, a fantastic night.

I slept through my alarm clock the next morning and woke up next to someone else. Sadly, not a mountain man. I reviewed my phone list to see what time I called the dude lying in my bed. Since him and I do this regularly it didn’t bother me that I couldn’t recall all the details. To my horror, my phone display reported I had also called New Hampshire. Puddy? SHIT! Since I deleted all his numbers, it’s hard to say if I suddenly remembered his digits, or if I just knew the area code and thought I would take a wild guess on the others. I only tried one number and based on the seconds registered in my phone for the call, I didn’t talk to anyone or leave a message. Phew. Jenatalia – Any chance I dialed your number?

Everyone in the city will miss Hoola very much. While we are mourning her loss I need to build up my tolerance for the next farewell party. That better not be anytime soon!