Dateless on New Year’s Eve

I settled on Let My People Go’s The Ball.  My friends nearly bailed on me, and I didn’t want to go all alone, but they came through.  Would it have mattered if I showed up alone?  Probably not, since within 10 minutes I found myself chatting up and dancing with a hottie that I spend the rest of the night with.That being my main objective, I’m happy.  And though I was focused more on the girl than the rest of the room, I could tell there was a hot party going on around me.  The club (we started at Hiro) was packed when we arrived shortly after 11.  It wasn’t until I looked up after an hour of dancing that I noticed the acrobats swinging above my head.  My friends had migrated to Cabanas (swanky lounge in the Maritime Hotel above).  Vibe was great, crowd was jewlicious as well, but at that point I was just saying hi and heading to my car before my date and I lost momentum.

Though while I had a bang-up night, these parties are not without their detractors.  My friends checked out The Park but the rest of their night was unventful.  Better uneventful than being hit on by a pretentious professor with self-proclaimed fertile sperm and this Israeli who didn’t know quite how to read the mood or his audience.  What’s your xmas eve ball horror story?

JDatersAnonymous pans the concept of the NYC X-Mas Eve Jewparties on the whole as all “frighteningly similar and unexciting.”  She sat the evening out, but the post comes after listening to a JTA podcast of two ambitious gents who stop by all (or most) of the parties.

Her post prompts a pretty strong rebuke from Let My People Go founder Jeff Strank.  He “bombastically” boasts about the merits of The Ball.  Boast on Jeff!  For me, The Ball lives up to its accolades.  My complaints are that I found a cute girl too early and was so caught up enjoying Hiro that I didn’t get to check out the other venues.  So, yeah, they don’t really count!  So, unless I somehow sit out 12/24/08 to celebrate a one-year anniversary, I’ll see you at the next ball!