New Years Rockin Eve

With the holiday season upon us I was inspired to tell a brief tale of a magical New Year’s Eve (the fact that I’m on vacation and sitting on my couch also helped). The more I think about the title of this post the more I think this should be about the New Year's Eve when I went to see Manowar, Dio, and Megadeth at the Nassau Colosseum, got totally f'd up on mescaline and got lost on the way home. Maybe another time.


I think it was 1989/1990, but the year isn’t as important as the fact that it was COLD. Not only was it cold but it had been cold for a week or so. That night the big shindig was going down at Wade’s house and we were all looking forward to a night of fun and debauchery. The thing about Wade’s house is that it was on the boarder of Newark (truth be told it might actually have been in Newark), not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I wanted to paint a picture of the neighborhood. I think I went there with Jeff, and after parking down the block we started walking towards Wade’s. We got about 2 houses away and were literally stopped in our tracks by what we saw. Parked on the street was a car that was covered in 2”-3” of ice. The strange part is that we hadn’t had any snow, rain, or any other precipitation. Yet here was a car that was totally encased in ice to the point that it was iced to the ground. I have never seen anything else like it before or since. Someone had to be responsible, and to be honest we were a little upset that we had never thought of such a prank/act of vandalism.

After collecting our wits and entering the party the night proceeded with quite a few memorable incidents. Wade lived on the second floor of a 2 family house, and with all of the people crammed in there it got quite hot. At one point this dude was pissing out an open window, and in his drunken state started to fall forward out of the window. Luckily my buddy witnessed the whole thing and grabbed him by the back of his pants averting disaster. Next a fight broke out in the bathroom. There was a line for the bathroom and to be honest I forget how the argument started, but at one point this dude that I was friends with was getting stomped in the bath tub by two of my best friends with the door shut and locked. Shit happens, what can you do? The caper of the evening came at the stroke of midnight when there was a spontaneous alcohol spraying fight in the kitchen – beer, champagne, wine, even some soda, being sprayed with reckless abandon all while Wade was screaming trying to stop it. When the booze settled there must have been 2 inches of liquid on his floor.

Oh, this was the night we also convinced my buddy’s drunken sister that she was adopted.

All in all a good night.