Happy New Year 2012 from Nyan Cat, Dragons and the Blondetourage…
… and also Seany:
Those photos was taken at Mansion’s Happy Endings NYE 2012 party last night on Dundas West. Hundreds of sexy hip-kids dancing their faces off in a tricked out Chinese event space / restaurant (I think?), getting silly with some MOTHER FRICKING DRAGONS, mang! It was good.
“Isn’t Chinese New Year in February?” I asked a waiter.
“Yes. We bring them out for special occasion.” he told me.
Mansion really knows how to turn it out.
I actually lost it when those things (which I later learned are not dragons, but “traditional Chinese Lion dancers“) came toward me shaking their colourful rumps. It’s what I would imagine Beyonce’s backup dancers to look like if they wore Chinese Lion costumes. Perfection.
I wasn’t even drunk yet at this point. I just really like cool stuff.
“DRAGONS!” I kept yelling, chasing around the poor dancers with my iPhone. “LOOK GUYS! DRAGONS!”
The more blasé people around me acted, the more enthusiastic I became. I would make for a terrible hipster. Can’t play cool for the life of me.
A few of us bounced over to the Drake afterwards for some rooftop snowmobile rides and disco dancing and what not…
One of our friends had a room there, which was fun to party in until we got the call that everybody was headed over to Brocky’s house. Raymi and I made sure to hit the photobooth first because, duh. That’s what you do when you go to the Drake.
It was at the next party that I proceeded to try Coffee Patron and vomit all over the sink like a 15-year-old drama nerd (12-year-old oyster shucker, if you’re from the East Coast).
Hey, it was an awesome night up until then. I should have known better than to push my stomach so hard while I’m still recovering from the sicks. Sean and I briefly entertained the notion of staying in because of it but like, what are we? 90? Couldn’t do it. Didn’t.
I’ll wear those shoes into the ground, I swear.
I’m happy we made the decision to do what we did last night, which was to party hard and party well with people be both genuinely enjoy being around. People we love and were happy to ring the new year in with – many of whom are pictured here:
It was definitely a New Year’s Eve I shall never forget… chiefly because my white skirt is now stained with brown tequila. *shudder*
100% Worth it.
Hot tub time for me! Got a wee bit of a hangover to nurse. First in a long time.
What am I, 90?
I said 90, not soulless.
It’s 2012 now, though! Maybe I’ll post my revolutions tomorrow if I don’t go snowboarding. Or maybe we’ll all be dead by then or something…
Happy New Year slitches